simple words.

i strum my guitar strings

you pluck my heart strings

and kiss my sore fingers better

[ "do you like this song?" ]

Mermaid.

and you're aqua,

b u t

the swell of the tides are never as soft as her breasts

milky-foam chest rising and f

                                     a

                              l

                      l

              i

      n

g

like the gentle ripples

elegance never failed her--the simplicity simply illuminated the night

the crescent moon seems to giggle at you

with a cheshire cat grin

&

who could forget her laugh?

the sweet bells that led men to madness

dragging them under to effervescence slumber

[ my smile is a little  o f f  don't you think? ] 

She is.

She's b e a u t i f u l,

illustrative strings of librettos waltz on starched paper

from underneath chapped lips and ink-stained fingertips

she passes time counting the caress of the second hand

eyes as empty as the broken glass-face.

a name is sighed,

and suddenly mud-dull eyes become burnt sienna:

love, fire, flames of desire sear at her irises

melt a hole in her icy walls and suddenly,

Pièce de Résistance is rekindled.

i stare at her script,

and i become green-eyed

[ she is everything i'm not and everything i wanted to be ]

* Dedicated to Juniper, my dear friend.

Burn, burn.

glazed eyes 

stare right at me,

[ i love you, i hate you, i love you ]

i can hear his heart throwing itself against milk-white cages

letmeoutletmeoutletme o u t

he doesn't move this time.

As I turn away, I hear his china walls crumble to dust,

"Look at me! Don't you dare look away!"

i see fire.

Masterpiece.

i am fra gile and o p a q u e

but under your nimble, experienced, time-worn fingers i've suddenly

-transformed/bent/folded-

into a work of art

[ just another piece for your gallery ]

I am Gaia.

I can trace - Orion - in your eyes

&

your lips whisper cosmic kisses 

&

your body promises a way 

o

u

t

fingertips trace shooting stars on my skin

in between every luminous dream

and i press my wishes against your chest

* * *

[ o n e ]

be the incandescent body to my emptiness

[ t w o ]

illuminate my way through the belt 

justthreesimplesteps

[ t h r e e ]

and let me curl up beside sirius

because i'm nothing but a dwarf star compared to you and i'd like to feel appreciated once in a while

***

don't burn out yet, 

there's still more than just the heavens to explore

Bookmarked.

"i see you still fold your pages"

"how else will I find my way back?"

you are written in

a million different languages

on faded, tear-soaked sheets of

w  o  r  d  s

&

[images]

and though i can't understand it completely

- time reminds me deciphering every message is useless -

it's still beautiful to me.

Picnic in the sky.

you're [ s t a r l i g h t ] & [ s t a r d u s t ]

& even if you were nothing you'd still be everything to me

the celestials surrender to your radiance

and leave teardrops in my hair

you're beautiful when you speak

"Alyssum "--you whispered,

replacing the petals on my cheeks with your lips.

i'm in sheer rapture, disorientated, but,

[ - let's get lost together - ]

i can find home mapped in your effervescent eyes

I'm no Picasso.

and you say you love the way I 

b r e a t h e

the secrets of my soul onto a blank

and watch the stories bleed

and force itself in between

every single stroke of hued aspirations

"oh dear, you smudged it."

"it's okay, i'm full of mistakes anyway."

Adieu.

"Why did you go do that?

Why did you have to do that to me? Especially now, n o w, of all time?

Can't you see that you've messed with my mind? 

You CANNOT do this to me.

And now I'm stuck

in this crumpled, broken mess of thoughts  that i'm forced to awkwardly fit together?

In this complicated mess of problems and calculations i'm supposed to pick apart?

I'm a mess now, 

and the saddest part is, I don't know what to do anymore.."

"...i'm...."

"No, don't. 

You've said enough for now.

Couldn't you at least have waited?"

Secret Meanings.

and every word i inscribe

[foryouaboutyouisyou]

are whispers of my heart

spilled onto pages in blotchy ink

-because i'm not perfect-

my love is overbrimming

Trauma.

your ocean eyes asphyxiate her,

ruthless possession and violent passion rakes across her skin

drawing lines of scarlet and tears

and she's like the e m p t y spaces in between sentences

-stabbed repeatedly with punctuation-

and the weight of his words left her:

colorless--carnation cheeks have fled long ago

(though sometimes i see a flowering bruise on her sternum 

looks like your fist, strangely)

but she still loves you,

she says, with a sterile voice.

and i can hear my heart crack.

Butterfly Effect.

something is keeping me holding onto

n  o  t  h  i  n  g

and I think it's you

but you've always been a bit of a perfectionist          (?)

butterflykisses

(kiss me and take wing--flyflyfly to neverland)

will you bring me with you?

 - to the mythical gardens of Armida

illusionary enchantments and seductive songs

glittering milky way eyes, bright as the moon

that wanes when I cry for you -

there is no moon t w o night.

Siren.

there are images carved behind these eyelids,

you burn in my bloodstream like wildfire,

enchanting me with your aria, 

please, i need to hear you.

step to me.

and i wait with bated breath

for yours to waltz across my skin, with light steps and pointed toes,

choreography always left me breathl e s s

yet I'm in s.y.n.c when i'm around you--withyou

maybe this tune, this passionate tempo is meant for us

"Amor caecus est, follow my lead"

and maybe your fingers are meant

to be curled around mine.