You are so full of joy -
the kind in youth that spills on to skin in winding ink,
creating the din echo of forever every time
you see your arm in the corner of your eye.

Its a bright sort of joy, like the kind that unfurls itself down isles,
trumpeting and unraveling as a veil
twisted too tight too soon speaks of codependent dreams too softly.

I drove you to the gutter.*

Now I'm drowning in the sewage water,
Flailing about,
Stupidily and hopelessly in love
With just a memory of you.

And the Earth -
always, the smell of the Earth haunted his dreams.
He always woke lost to the scent of pungent pines and vegetation,
or soaking soil with the dust after rain drifting away from him
like a night-companion that knew nothing but
morning-after abandonment.

He couldn’t shake those nights -
they were a disease that plagued him, tauntingly,
letting him function in the day but still
keeping phantom hands across his heart.

And suddenly, I felt the stares heavy on me.
Eyes snapping and pinching into my bare skin,
Gazes bearing marble-weight,
Boring into my little black dress like eternity.

*** in the air, dreams in my exhales
Flashes of a naked me as my drinks fall on their tab -
As I love my angel wings away
One feather at a time.

Why do we think we can save eachother?
How would rings dressed in silver,
Whole and ceaseless,
Make us complete?

You can have the skies,
You can have the seas!
You can have the whole **** world,
But you can't have me.

The pink sky is abridged, forever and free
While my breath is tuned to sing like clouds -
Impossibly loud, but soft like slow music,
Bach, Beethoven, and free.

I break every rule for you.
We walk the thin wire between sunrise and something more,
With ****** feet
Two blots, horizon bound,
Wobbling and free.

You try to kiss me
But my words send a flurry of gusts into
The fading night.
They are crimson, they are gasoline,
They are scattering colors over our skies
As you take my breath from mine
Forever and free.

And all the street lights at dawn always looked like pinned stars
Hanging low enough for man to touch
Under the pink swallows of sky
Barely loud enough to make me wonder
If God had sewn diamonds in our eyes
When we went into the world
And made it our own