string jupiter

do you know?
                      do you know where you are?


you're here:
                  in the breathy exhalations between my words,
                  in between each line of this novel i'm reading
                  in the little spaces between each electron and nucleus


the memory of your voice
                                        petals pressed on my cheeks


and if your hands fit against mine
                                                   like pieces from different puzzles,
then, well, baby,
                         i won't be the one to mention it.


it's all these names that spill from the column of my throat,
                                                                                       your personal fountain of youth,
keeping you young in this world after it all
                                                                c r a s h e s.
love, heart, mine, sweet, beautiful, angel, 
                                                                  tiger, rose, sayang, amore, more, more more.
no one
           else
i'd
    love


and you're my michael, the prince of all my heaven's,
                                                                                and i'm in rapture.
you're my lucifer, the prince of darkness,
                                                             and spill those slick, sweet secrets from your silver tongue onto mine.

shut up
           i'm almost done


you drive a shiny sleek car,
                                         and i couldn't be bothered to get a license because
there was something about roads,
                                                   and good intentions,
but i can't see past our emerald city,
                                                       we were never in kansas, dorothy.




how do i forget you,
                               when you're everything?


tell me that i'm not the only one
                                               that's swallowing this sea up whole
that's drowning from the inside out.


tell me that i'm not the only one
                                               who's so in love it makes you sick
and it's blood and orange and useless little love poems,
                                                                                 curdled up on the blue floor.

tell me that i'm not the only one
                                               who's miserable


i'd string jupiter around my neck,
                                                 and it would kill me quicker than you.
a whole year,
                     what's your poison?


it's a sunny day out,
                             well, i'm watching through blue-tinted windows,
and yeah,
               yeah, baby,
i fucking miss you.

midnight snack

your skin swallows up the sun,

until you're fit to burst with sunrays leaking through your fingertips,

your tongue traces thought-ridden lips as your cloudy mind

sheds judgements like clothes for charity

precise and well-worn;

your silence says more than it should,

(

slithering up to my heart, [f ang s] sinking in,

the poison in my veins hums for your voice;

i'm w r i t h i n g                     gossamer skin,

  underneath

pulled [tight] over blood+bones,

fireworks filtered through fallen lids,

&& 

[there's a song written on the inside of my wrists]

seagreen lyrics singing lifebloods,

as the moon creeps out, child-like curiosity,

inky ghosting locks liplocking across the night,

milky moonbeams f

                                a

                                     l

                                         l

                                                        to earth, 

to kiss my buttermilk bones;

and now i'm always hungry,

for pale skin and luminous blue eyes,

[for that blue roadmap of amazonian rivers to to your liquid lusty love]

who else can cool my blood?

there's some kind of animal trapped in between the smooth muscle

and endothelial layers of my vocal chords,

pushing through like a thick vine to overtake my face;

{please, i'm howling for you}

you: carmine candy and home and real,

i need to be (wholer),

because my breathing w a n e s,

blueblueblue in the midnight air,

tendrils of heat s p r e a d i n g like wildfire;

and the moon . . . waxes, leaving the night sky,

ravenous for adventure and [p o  o   l    s] into the ocean;

even the sky feeds from my awe of you;

in the dark is the best way to hear your heartb e a t,

thick heartstrings like black powerlines p a s s i n g  t h r o u g h 

the core of every star from you to me,

.h.o.o.k. onto my diaphragm,

make my pace as they d r a g me to you,

over gravel, grit && grass,

bloody feet on the yellow brick road,

hansel and gretel follow me home;

)

i smile

-  k c a b -

 at you patiently&patiently,

serrated incisors glinting in sunlight;

and we're only human

-

[the autumn moon is bright, tonight]

celebrating supermoon

they say there's a supermoon out tonight,
the first time in eighteen years;
you've never believed in coincidences.

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 it's when you first start feeling lonely,
 and it's my first debut to existence;
 an errant thought in a young girl's
 womb.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 as you left the icy square prehistory
 and memories of the wine-red sun.)

(eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because that's how long it's taken,
 for me to fly home.)

(oh but, eighteen years is too coincidental,
 because this is the year i realise i kinda
 fucking love you.)

(and eighteen years is too coincidental,
 for this to be a coincidence.)

there's a supermoon out tonight,
for the first time in eighteen years,
it's there to celebrate youandme.

highway to heaven

streetlights hang down and try to grace your skin,
with their warm, honey light-embrace;
you're a long way from home tonight,
and all roads lead back to, back to me.

stumble into white cotton sheets with me,
our steps are heavy with sleep and lust,
a flurry of tongues and limbs,
and all roads lead back to, back to this.

come home, come home

once upon a time,
i took the stars from my eyes,
joined them with yours,
and kept them in a silver
heart-shaped locket around my neck,

i used this chain to find my way back,
to you, to you, to you,
torn, tired trainers trailing
across the vast night sky;
empty as stars and moons,
shy from your smile
you are home, always.

honey, this is love

my heart skips beats and my blood thickens,

like honey and warm milk,

at the sound of your name,

we're only human.

sleep, per chance to dream

my joints creak open like a bedroom door,
they invite you in,
you're never here, where i need you to be.

i wonder if i can just s t o p,
but there's a promise written
between the lines of your hands,
they will never stop haunting me,
my white cotton sheets rip in my grip,
and i dream like smoke,
you twist and turn and dance
around my consciousness.

i could use some sleep tonight.

let's get naked

this isn't art;
this is profound truth.
and when you strip my words,
peel back each metaphor and simile,
and oxymoron and adjective,
look at each individual letter,
bared and curvy&dots,
there's just one profound truth.

i love you, you dork.
. you're just too fucking proud to strip my words back and see it .

love&time conspiracy

          an ever-hungry mouth, like a demon-child, swallows up golden sodium chloride grains,
          that flow through cool glass curves,
          time runs.

          greedy fingers reach up for the fireworks sometimes, as they light up the face of a thousand lost souls,
          thrown into the darkness again, when the stars and moon are blown out like candles,
          love runs.

          through our veins and our smiles and our hearts.
          this is it.

fall apart

there are stars and galaxies and  diamonds falling apart in my dreams,
i dream of your eyes as they look at mine,
there are stars and galaxies and diamonds falling apart in your eyes,

words and imagery and wishes and inspiration kept in a shoebox,
of old, yellowing envelopes and scented violet napkins,
drip, dripping, dropping out through the corners of thirsty sahara eyes,
waterfalls from my pillow to make an ocean underneath my bed,
to match your eyes.

mindclipse

everything is eclipsed,

by the brilliant blue of your eyes

and the symmetric smirk of your mouth.

so i wander the world in greys,
monochrome memories and,
ashen aspirations.

we're all just coloured chalk,

particles and atoms and shades of rainbows,

and a freeze-frame of the bright bursting bubble,

and the head-tilt capturing the precise angle of refraction in sunrays,

we crumble into dust,

at the smallest bit of pressure.

waterlogged heart

this is it and --

and your eyes

are this weird

annoying

shade of blue

that makes my

heart drown in

itself

[and i can't help but

think if this is it

because there is

there is -- i can't,

i'm not imagining

this, am I? Am I?

but there is a little

something here like

a spark in the dark

or fireworks, the 

kind that flash there

behind your eyes

or would if you'd

come,

and maybe this is

it, you know that

feeling between us

this whole time was

more than just an

epic Odysseus -

Penelope love story -

I'll wait longer than

she ever did, and

Aphrodite was a 

virgin anyways so

she can't even know

how much i want

you

and  it kills me,

how i can't ever say

or write enough on

your skin, i need to

stain it with ink and

even then i can't

ever do your fucking

beauty enough justice

and i can't ever show

everyone the exact way

you rip the breath from

my lungs and how your

laugh spreads across my

skin like the wind through

a barren forest, bringing it

and me to life and how

your smile isn't ever

lopsided or crooked or

anything because everything

in your life has a balance;

even your face and i just

love you]

and they meet

mine from all

the way over

there.

vintage love

"please don't leave me alone..."

"i promise i won't ever leave you alone"

the sentence that echoes through everyone's mind--like a thousand voices that drown you in solitude as you huddle within yourself by yourself.

the sentence that echoes through your mind when you see them, an endless mantra because, goddamnit, you believe in nothing -- nothing -- but them,

our hearts are like g l a s s

chipped antiques stacked on dusty shelves,

no one wants.

written with thedreamer, who is awesome but - sadly - not dreamy. ;D

love you.

(kind of)

i love you therefore, i am.

i'm there; pressing at the moans trapped,
between your vertebrae.
i'm there; curling in your spine, dormant,
your immunity fades,
and i am there;

under your skin.

the whole universe is there in your eyes,
and i am but a star.
a bright, burning, brilliant star.
your star.
and i can wait for
aeons.

warm summer nights with you

it would only ever be natural,
no airplanes in the sky masquerading as shooting stars,
no buildings that disrupt our horizon,
no asphalt on the ground to scrape our knees,


and winds would freeze  a l o n e
and stars would break  a p a r t
and moons would melt  a w a y,
when you laugh.

diamond lights

have i ever told you how much i love your voice,

it washes over me and sparks that over-familiar fire

across my nerves 

like

the way the stars will burn across the sky at the end of the world

have i ever told you how much i love your eyes,

there might be sapphires and the sky and an ocean

unravelling in your eyes

and

it's all okay because you're looking at me, looking at me

have i ever told you much i love your mind,

thoughts flowing and linking together

like all the amazonian rivers in south america

but

they're seas of pearls and diamonds and liquid gold

have i ever told you how much i love you,

how you make my budding heart bloom into red carnations

that erupt into bright light bursts

so

do i need to tell you how much i love you, really.