Consort of the Witch (7.16.16)

He leaves kisses like embers
On paper pale skin.

He worships this universe,
And it caresses away his pain.

Under the silver moon there is clarity.
In his body, in his mind.

The tempest heart is stilled.

The liminal space between their
Intertwined fingers

Is where adoration
And Affliction meet.

(5.3.16)

Allow me to speak your praises,
To carve your success out of
My skin.
Let my sacrifice be your original
Sin.
Let the sky thunder and crash
Wondering what storms would come to
Pass.

My Body is a Good Body (4.1.16)

It keeps me upright and

Strong.

It cushions my clumsy

Falls.

Every breath in it rushes the

Air to my lungs.

Every exhale there is stardust.

I am a universe,

Vast and unexplored.

My mind is an ocean,

Deep and full of terrors.

But my Body is a good body.

This is not up for debate.

So whether you look at me and see

A renaissance painting,

Or late night ice cream

With friends.

My Body got me here.

Safe, whole, unharmed.

It's a good Body.

Whether you like it or not.

Greek Tragedy (6.16.16)

Come to me all lovers.
For I know how this
Story ends.

Live in me unhappy
Hephaestus.
With your rough
Hands,
And wide eyed fury.

Sing to me downtrodden
Apollo.
Let your cries end
At my bosom.

Kiss me sad
And lonely.
Until you feel whole.

Don't Panic. Full Stop. (9.7.16)

Don’t Panic.
A mantra well spread
Throughout the the two lobes of my head
Like Jam and PB on bread.
Don’t Panic
A phrase repeat,
Words, simple words,
That turn brave men to meat.
No, Don’t Panic.
There is so much left to do
Feel the heat course through you,
Oh of course this would happen too.
Panic,
Yes Panic.
Sets in quick and sick
Can’t respond to a text
Too nervous to stand or sit.
I’m taking shallow breaths through my nose
Panic spread from head to toe.
Panic. Don’t Panic.
Panic.
Oh No.

Lips (8.17.16)

You smile at me before we speak,
A precursor to a debate.
A simple stretch of lips across teeth,
Flips my mind to a crashing wave.

Sweetness surrounds the hand you lay on my neck.
Trailing roadways down my spine.
Together we traverse the universe.
In that moment we freeze time.

Yes. It's true. I do.
Love is a four letter word for a 50 cent feeling.
My heart feels so much more than that.

Because when I'm with you the sun
And moon rise and set all at once.
You leave me stunned in eternal twilight.

Latched onto your mouth like an
Underwater breathing apparatus
I cling to those lips,
I crave that smile.

Refractory (6.29.16)

He is a child of the sun,
Spurned by a world who would not know him.
His heart is warped wood,
Rotten in some places but still beating.
He still pulses with light.
Whispering to the stars above to
Deliver him from the ache of living.
What he doesn't hear are the stars,
In hushed tones the remind him of joy.
The light shimmer of dew on grass
The droplets reflect the brilliant saccharine orange that reverberated through the mountain tops.
The way clouds roll lazily overhead. 
The fresh scent of wet earth after an unexpected storm.
He weathered that storm, 
And finally he sees the sun on the other side.