Thursday, November 14, 2013

crash

i have yet to decide if you're black stripe
or golden expanse across my tiger pelt canvas,
it might as well be my blindness as much
as your affinity with shedding faces daily.
i am certain though, i molded residual tones
of your vocal footprint in my ear's choice archives,
that unless the silence vacuum-packs your tongue,
your mouth's innumerable armies of false accents
decompose into the siren song that led me to
spaceshipwreck.


2013.nov.14

Monday, November 11, 2013

away

black like a sunrise of you,
i let your hair trickle its lengths,
strand by strand,
against what little gravity my hand
had to offer.

if only this kind of forever
never ends.
but it ends ---

white as a line on a sun of you,
i let my touch wander and fade,
i concede,
to the snowfield of your thighs,
to petrichor
on the day after you
came away with the rain.


2013.nov.11

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

lethe

i like the way
the shadows flirt
with the overmatched
light across your face.

i don't mind
the deafness brought
about by noise (music)
in this little world
we found empty for us
to settle in.

i like the way
we talk with expressions
more than words,
we save sound in case
we need a scream
to cross the span
of this table wedged
between us.

i don't mind
that your arm slithers
around mine,
not committing,
not now,
not yet,
while you distract me
with your lips synching
to noise (music)
from the outside world.

and i raise a hand
to surface from under
this darkness,
a beacon to the sentinels
of the outside world,
i only ask them
for a glass
of what you're having,
and i like the way
the cold glass gently
infects my hand
with its low temperatures,
and i don't mind
the numbness,

then i raise said glass
to my lips and
i like the way
the liquid slithers
down my throat
in a tango of fire and ice,
i don't mind the way
the light falls prey
to the shadows waltzing
across your face,
i don't mind that
you now resemble her,
i like that soon
you will be her.

would you mind to have
your arms slither around
my torso now, i am
overmatched,
it is time
to drown me
in your music (noise),
take me to the shadows,
take me home.


2013.nov.05

Friday, October 25, 2013

wrong

thought it would be the perfect day
if i told you it was
raining chocolate,

i was counting on sweet precipitation
herding you from shelter into the fields,
chasing us
to collision,
stuck forever, embracing you forever
in sugary slime,

but,

you didn't have to consume half that hill by yourself and left me here hungering with the void you left behind.

next time if the chocolate came with that much gravity: run
if it came at the heels of the world shaking her head in disapproval, presumably of our affair: run

you don't have to look back, only know i will be right behind, chasing after you,
collision in mind, holding you in mind, being stuck forever in mind,

in sugary slime.



2013.oct.25

Monday, October 21, 2013

lies

last year they told me you were high on
gunpowder and lead and already i knew
they were lying, as if i never knew
human from Kryptonian

as if i was buying that.
...ha.

their scam never saw a penny from me:
let us laugh in the face of their blasphemies
over spirits later

we will drink over well-kept memories like
that time we razed the hordes on the Espina
battlefields, how they ran at the
sight of you

or when i heard of you taking out that
army with a word, or when you shrugged off that
speeding car like
unworthy dust on your cape

like when you crashed into
mountains of fire

always holding our breaths hostage
but unfailingly you were
stubbornly you were
invincible



2013.oct.21

Friday, October 4, 2013

things to do to get out of here

started with deconstructing
the four walls: the loosed gravel mingled
with blood in my pores in my hands.
halfway through this endeavor
realized I...
perhaps should have disassembled
the floor instead, should have ventured
downwards. should have extracted my
Eurydice from Hades.

or I could have realized I...
should have taken apart the ceiling
instead, my Daedalus could wax my wings.
I could have said in your faces: I am
Icarus bitches I am flying I am the wind.

I would have gone and touched the sun, too.
gone down in pretty flames, too.

realized I... never had a Daedalus.

smiled at realizations as I dispersed
the party of gravel and blood in
my pores in my hands. stood by
the door and fell into a line to
collect the day's wages and all I could think
of
is
if
it
is
enough for Charon's obol.

placed another coin in my mouth but
it still tasted of life.



2013.oct.04