I’m committed to the grave,
Giving away bits and pieces
Every day, crinkling them like
Paper and ripping shreds into
Ribbons that shower down
Upon me

I sleep at high noon, peak
Hour prime time, dozing
Into dark absences, void
Of light and being without
Commitment, a kiss, a fling,
A long nap

I’m afraid to surrender myself,
To face defamation and be
Deflowered by cold fingers
And a choking fist, but I long
To be teased, to taste and try
The eternal without ever having
To say goodnight.

Shallow and afraid you lay
Still, supine, seventy miles
Away in thought even though
You’re here in physicality --
Not quite ready to surrender
Your conscience to the darker
Realms, eyes glazed over guards
That are fading off
Away, into unknown depths

2:03AM, you know the number
like you know the area code,
fairfield county and your mind
is galloping off again - at least
this time it’s pleasant but
you can’t comprehend why
it’s the night you fight when
at any point during the day
you’d capitulate and say
“take me”

Pull me into your lips
Like a cigarette,
Inhale my smoky spirals
Harsh and ashy on your
******* lungs and
Let me sit there for a while,
Charcoal fire and nicotine
Poison, I’m killing you slowly
But you want it

Inhibitions exhaled
With each sip of the
Rose blush crawling
Across my cheeks, it’s
A blossoming flower that
Roots itself in my
Torso and spreads
Throughout blushing
hands and feet

Soft sweet kisses
On the tip of my
Tongue, sweet burn
Churns my stomach
Heat rises gently and
Encases me in a
Fuzzy aura of warmth

The hills peek
Their heads out above
Still clear waters,
Tombstones tall and
Tremendous enough
To stand for the loss
Of five whole towns

Beneath the calm lies
Rusted railroads,
Crumbling foundations,
Fading blueprints of a
History long forgotten

It’s quiet on the Quabbin,
Silent front and stark divide,
Monument in mourning
Flooded, forlorn, fated
To be forgotten

our worlds collide,
synchronized,
day and night
you think i’d be
able to hide in a
blurry crowd

does it dawn on you,
too? you’re there and
the sunset’s hot on
my cheeks, red mess
of a masterpiece burning
and i shut my eyes
to pitch black,
praying you can’t
see me.

you’re so pretty
in the sparking
sun, cascading gentle
rays like embraces
From soft laughter.
you rise, I fall
head over heels
from the hill in
the distance