con[temporary] lucifer

                you are lucifer beneath my fingernails,
                all proud and sinful and seductive,
                all graceless and broken and wrecked.

silhouettes and shadows spill around us,

like great, sooty wings.

                your howls are in my throat,
                and my heart is on your sleeve,
                and if you squint hard enough,
                headlights can be stars, reflected
                in kaleidoscope eyes.

and cigarette smoke could be moonbeams,

like smoky gabriels to send (m)(y)our

damning thoughts to heaven,

charcoal voice keeping this spit-slicked fire

burning through the night.

                 and if i kiss you, like i could taste
                 your soul, feel it dancing on my
                 tongue, don't judge me.

because you are lucifer beneath my hands,

all spineless, and wrecked and wrecked.

strangled moon

your curtains stifle the moonlight,
and no one can see us.

fingers trace sigils of love and protection and mine,
on your cheekbones and wrists and spine.

dusky, dark; an empty sky,
eyes woven with all its colours and brushing stardust on your skin,
blinking, flickering across, effervescent.

you're gone, tomorrow morning,
but only because he wants you to be.

pour your heart out

my hands are laced in your hair,
glimmering golden in the sunlight,
like an intricate crown on your head.
                                                    you're not the king of much,
                                                    but i've never been a princess;
                                                    i was always, always the queen.

and i don't know how this works,
but my heart's leapt out through
my throat, a silly little effervescent
thing and flown into you, humming,
content across your skin and yet,
it's crashed down, down, d
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curling like a small sun in my instep,
heavy as concrete, holding me to this
moment for eternity, making sure i
don't float up && away either.
                                              
                                                   i was the woman with no spaces in
                                                   her head and in my chest and skin
                                                   which stretched over her just a little
                                                   too tightly. my fingers and bones and
                                                   the gaps inbetween my atoms have all
                                                   been filled up by my loneliness and fear
                                                   and heartache and shame and if it's all
                                                   going to spill out now, it might as well be
                                                   in your hands; i've always really really
                                                   liked them.

kissing you is unlike anything it's
like trapping a storm in a glass jam jar,
like speaking in a forgotten language,
and it all just pours out of me and you
build brick houses in the spaces left
behind so that you'll always feel like
home to me.

la petit mort

eternity's reproduced an infinite amount of times,
in the span of time it takes for you to touch our lips together.

and it's never felt like this before.

and this can't just be simple lust;

not when the brush of your skin against mine

has me breathless already.

it's a bite of apocalypse when you do finally get round to it;
i'm stretched out underneath you, earthy expanse of brittle
brown shaking and quaking with tremors as your light-white
skin moves across mine like lightning; your voice an echo of
Gabriel's Horn, signalling the end and your fingers stroke
angel-harp ribs and i make the most jawdropping sounds.

my death is little,
and i am remade, reborn,
in your large warm hands.

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

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                                                        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]

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.

sapphire serenades

stay with me, tonight.
i want to make love to you,
and your eyes will go supernova like the stars,
and your lids shut-flutter to keep this in place forever,
and your mouth fall open just like that,
and your fingers and that voice
will curl around my thighs and heart,
singing my name.

and we'll do this, i promise,
i'll move to the sound of your baritone,
crushing and pushing my name,
it comes tumbling and crumbling,
out between your lips and that one place
coiled up nice and tight and hidden away will
burst open and be engulfed
by flames of gold and red,
and blue and purple,
colourblind ourselves with passion,
and it will be a kaleidoscopic memory
burned into our beings.


the heat will consume us,
twisting up inside and licking up my sides,
followed by your traveller's hands
as you play me like a harp,
burning you from the inside-out
in the best way possible and
i know you won't be able to
bear this heat so i'll press cooling
kisses to your chest and wrists and just
here. oh. just like that?

i want to see how your skin,
melts against mine and how
your mouth will press against mine,
so close that there is no difference
anymore between you and me,
press closer, pull tighter, move faster until
there's are no particles or atoms or
anything between us anymore,
and it'll be perfect as i run
my tongue and my slippery-
split-secrets across
[i love you i love you i love you.]
your pulse-point, and maybe
you'll shiver and gasp and grip my hips
just that much tighter,
there are infinite infinities between us,
but we'll get there,


let me make love to you,
and let me sing for you
words i will never sing
for no one else
ever again,
okay,
la-la la la-la la.