I want to give what you give me

   the soft whispers of submission

   the taste of sweet vapor radiating

   from the flesh, I would pin down

   I would Ask. For your understanding.

   Already sharing an essence -

   One that would be lost by one of us

   In this moment of carnal delusion.

   Vague synchronous movements.

   We would consume our breaths in turn

 

   Share the same tone     -

   Share the same touch   -

                                                                    

                                                                           


                       

         Rays rest on golden beds

            & translate sea-salted flows
            you left inside me

                                 Waves exhaust themselves upon us
                                  & wash up times we lay entangled -
                                  submerged in your sheets

                                                             “Swallow me whole”, I say

                                                                  “Get rid of my form.”

             

                       
                       Edges crawl 
                       up to. Fall down.
                       into. Break in.
                       upon. Torn skin. 


                       creep up inside
                       the unseen grounds
                       entrap all the remains


                       In consumed space
                       where fragments dwell
                       and shrills do not disperse. 


                       The levers push, they pull
                        -     they slide
                       the broken lines apart. 

           Today is the day when leaves stop shaking
           When silence blinds
           - and abides with rules of the hour

           When sight is not enough
            to grasp your essence
            in the shadows of our imminent undoing

            When gazes fall deep
            beneath the skin
            with the deliverance of division

            when the traces you left
            upon me
            hold all meaning now

                 13.08.14

                   
                                                                       
                                                 

                             en passage.   5.08.14

   







you wouldn't dare look at the sky

with your blood shot eyes

   how could it be? that the night's cold hour   

won't numb away

    the pain and decay - of the desire

and so she will not question why the moon

    wrapped in the clouds

won't warm her skin this time

    yet she still-

can't tell the stars apart from his fists.