two tongues beneath the other; saliva swapping sword fights toying tempest traces circles maps drawn inside faces heavy breath hot and hasty fingers lacing through delicate follicles right of passage teenage kingdom choking child never shares her sighs growing manhood grazes inner thighs brown blue bully eyes convincing and concerning wanting is desire is a…

clavicle protrudes through thin cloth, cutting her in her sleep. and at night the crickets soften their song, just to hear her weep. she makes a game of counting each rib; beautiful, translucent skin, with a jaw sharp as a knife, proud of a figure wonderfully thin. calories are punishment; starvation a comforting drape. chew…

past is present a quiet quarrel is quintessential to the strongest heartbreaks no one knows until it’s all said and done and you will make love again and then the anger is suddenly dissipated until the next time it bubbles up quiet, but never, ever, silent

Forgive me please, for I cannot Undo what I have given you so Carelessly, allowing you into my Kingdom when all you did was betray Lest there be any confusion regarding Our early coitus, I have been less than Venerable and upon reflection Examined further my worth as a person

when he looks at me his eyes swallow me whole I cannot tell if I am swimming in affection or drowning in it my fingers spread and crumple his bedsheets and he stares that ever-hungry gaze temporary obsession is a typical routine followed only by slow fades and a cold front caution keeps me warm…

as we lay side by side drifting into gentle slumber he rests his hand in mine and I cannot tell if the pulse I’m feeling is his, or if it’s my own but I fall asleep the same because it doesn’t matter because our hearts are beating close enough in proximity to be uncertain whose…

I hate the thought of losing touch I always find something to remember about the people I meet I like the way my clear retainers fit tightly after skipping a night I like old things, because they’ve been loved by somebody else because I like the thought of someone wanting something loved by me I…

I like to be held just as much as I like to hold I will offer my palms to you and urge you to climb in I will ask you to find your niche in the fault lines that fracture them burrowing yourself into the head and heart and life and fate that are written…

When you tell your friends that I’m crazy, I hope you also tell them too about how when you were sick I brought you a cold washcloth for your fever, covering and uncovering your blankets as you asked me to. Tell them about how I brought you chicken noodle soup and medicine and water and…