two sided things
are lines,
and the ones on your face
have been crossed
again and again
by my fingers;
by your tears.

i'm still so sorry.

Movement;
and the lines are loose
no longer lines,
instead defined by shades
and the ways you move
in the light.
together we saw the day
and closed our eyes at night.

embracing the shadows
is another way to release.
my vehicle doesn't run;
anymore;
any less.

woke up back to back with another piece of myself and
tried to absorb dreams through his sleeping.
these attempts proved how useless a lot of what led to this moment were.
I’m clean, and in the dregs of my suffering heart,
playing my strings, smacking my keys, snapping with rings
of bruises. grease stains on my skin.
he was good *** in the moonlight
but he didn’t bring me the pleasure I so often seek.
“If I can’t find love with you, I’ll find it somewhere else.”
he’s a tangled leg, a darkened face
a mirrored mask.
I see him in the colors he avoids
in his search for solitude.
now it’s my turn.
and I’m going to bend.

a night time of ghosts
are but the absence of light
on sun lit squirrels

waterless spring rains
of showering maple seeds
and blossom petals

your breath and the breeze
cloth over my back against
the curves of the wood

He slips on to the lions plate
only to be eaten.

You think you're great
You think I'm less
I'm starting to agree,
I have to confess.
You may not care
And I know I can't make you
You've broken me
But I refuse to break you.
You can be mean
But I won't fight back
I'll fight by your side
And myself, I'll attack.