one face, two face

dear lover of all
be mine
so I too may be free

to the vagabonds and those
who wander ever after
come to me so that I may find for you
a place

for the guilty
let me be your witness
so that I may suffer the verdict
for your sins

amidst the hopeful
cast my hope
such that one shall find it and
I should lose it

and the generous shall feed me
til I am contented and full and
sufficiently responsible
for nothing

---

dear love of mine
be all
so that I may be only yours

Once, Twice

Love twice

loud with

kisses, grips, and

all the pushes pulled

when expectation comes and goes

fleeting like our eyes when meeting and only

seconds to expiration 

waiting for another 

inhalation

holding you in with my breath 

hopeless, endless, embracing until death

and then lingering

our days are changing

another week goes by

until it is a month, soon a year,

and finally a lifetime

the best way to slow it all down

is to fuck twice in the night

then go out and get wet

picking flowers and pulling nails

sewing heartache and forging hope

til all our selves are spent

learning just once

how to live

heartskin

In the spring rain 

there is a stirring

memories, again

they come visiting

and i play host to what i thought was long lost

now past is present

and so am i

meeting in moments such as this

the eyes flirt with tiny borders

boundaries between heart and skin   

my moon

you are the moon
casting bright shadows in my dreams
all the ringlets of your ecstasy
enchanting porcelain beams

wide eyed at the window
staring from the inside
i listen for the rising tides
to come eclipse this heart
who is basking in the memory

of golden days
dew soaked dawns
and smiles upon kisses
promises in tear
when i still had it so bad for you

but what will comfort me
when i find all our memories
are turned to dreams
like a quiet goodbye

the edge

"I have an idea" she said, 

"you can go for a walk,

 and when you come back..."

~

"I'll be gone."

long gone, lost in stranger arms

whilst you wander the withering

of our love's once lush leaves

and in the embers of calamity, 

my walk takes me past those things which test your sanity

vast valleys filled on the edge of immortality 

memories of she and i and her and you and me and we

then i walk over to the end,

and at the end there is the edge,

whose border traces along tomorrow's 

finely undetermined destiny

there i lay down and fall asleep and 

hope to dream 

to catch a glimpse and see

from beyond that line which while wide awake

guards against fools like me,

those who'd dream to take

when at last my eyes, relieved, reopen

i find myself deeply inside tomorrow, 

with the end and the edge far out of sight

all trace of you is gone

and so am i

loose

she is loose in a green dress for you
can't stop, won't stop, will never let the blows slow

daunting, her wild thrusts are taunting
the spirits from my bones, taking everything i've known

stones in the sea know the depths
and mountains can see the lengths

that a sorry heart must go
to find peace


It's cold tonight as the cold north wind blows through the crack in my window, each gust carrying my soul a little further. It's hard to stop shaking, when voices inside and out are deafening. And how uncanny the unwholesome hour seems to be. Especially in this state. I thought I'd escaped, but it's only seemed to have followed me here.

So it is, when the cream of your memories rise to the top.

When even yesterday turns into an illusion, what hope is there that the present, too, is not eternally ephemeral.