Friday, March 20, 2009

Consecration

Im going to love; your unloved
parts; kiss you until your skin becomes
mine and youre in the folds of my brain;
until my fingers know every wrinkle
of your working parts, and when I wake
up smelling like you, I'll know that Im
in some sort of pagan heaven, one
where your lips are the gods and the way
they touch me is the communion
I take.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I hold the anger in my skin.
Its turning me red near the pores and at the backs of my knees.
The sun burns it back to white.

Clear cellophane saran wrap holds my heart and lungs to
suffocate me into pain during this anxious rage. But someone
allows enough space for them to continue; life more acute.

Dont forget to fall apart.