I close the curtains and put out each lamp,my Sunday morning window's gray with ticking ages,the cool mist of the season nearing.Each cell and promise chilled down to the marrow,turning to ice in me when you only deserved warmth.I can barely endure building it for you,the bonfires telling the truth toevery intricate shadow but my own,the violent flickering like swirling spiritsconstantly joining and letting go.The amber a...

Don't move yet, I want to keep the precise moment  I slip through the bedroom door and see the hallway's  narrow slant of light cover your sleeping form,  the glimpse of your bare leg outside the blanket,  locks of hair that have fallen over half of your face. But there's a danger that comes with being so drawn in by someone. You recede when I get near enough to summon  what love once shaped,  I realize the outline of you...

Reaching you will unmake us,  it is the end and start of our impossible divide,  placing our every mistake in a clouded hourglass  and hiding flaws in time's delicate folds. All of these moments have their own weight  like stones of different shapes and sizes,  decorated in glyphs and runes of the languages we lost,  each can build a road and towering castles for us one day. I've broken time for this,  shards of space to...

We are both suspended in the fractions of a clock's ticking hands,the collections we've acquired of one another andif I move between the unframed photographs strewn allover the desk and through books without bindingsto graze the handwritten and typed letters.I will know you beyond the still statue your heartgrew into and my dreams placed entirely against yourswill be a storm chipping away the cold sediment,unearthing the...

You carry a certain light inside of you that I barely understandthe glow of when it pours from you to cover me,and it can be the last illumination I give myself over to.The loving radiance crossing every bridge I laboredfor years to construct inside that have collapsed one by oneAnd you can shine where no one else has had a chance to see,the deep chasms others carved in me when leaving can be filledand reshaped by your ge...

I want to live in the space where you draw your oxygen in and reach for me, that uncertain fraction of a second where your lungs ache and the quickening race that is your heart floods each vein beneath your skin like The grazing of ancient plates under the earth before all we know begins to shake. It's the many places we cannot see beyond or into that drive us the most and those are the places in you where I want to make...

I want to be the last note lingering as the song fades out and becomes a final chord to follow you into your dreams and paint the walls you curiously touch, trace your fingertips along before stepping out of the house. You follow the cold night air, ghostly mist swirling around whenyou exhale and dry leaves crunch beneath your bare feet, following a path to the woods, the familiar trees and faint sweet cinnamon scent of t...

I knew the shape of her face as well as my own,  but true contact marks us deeper than skin,  beyond flesh and vapor,  realizing that we can never go back to a world's beautiful axis without  being suspended inside it's crippling inertia. When pulled into eyes like oceans, vast enigmatic depths below such a glittering surface,  a place I could long to be enveloped by, but never know how to reach out for. When you remain a...

I stay dressed in mementos,linked to each reasonghosts give to the remaining,they’re a lullaby hibernating deep inside,dormant until the right season nears.I keep trying to find ways to bring us back,where we'll be ready to know one another again.Your hand, nervous and soft in mine,the winds seeping through our clothes and bones,a song in my ears I used to know but it’s been too long,a faultless cadence invoking remnants,...

You learn to no longer trust any flicker emanating nearby,sweeping over mysterious blueprints each time,memory is the victim of histories crashing and splintering into one another,as these engines tremble, begin to grow venomous.You should have known better, love,than to rewrite such delicate narratives over and over,losing track of scribbled pages inked on the skinand walls I'll eventually unearth the many codes of.I jus...

Sometimes you're only fading mist against windowpanes, trailing my every second as you have before. As if we're still encircling  the same unforgiving, violent mirrors of one another. I just wanted to stay wrapped up together, the knowing rhythm of our bodies perfuming the dark, the warmest place I'll remember, tracing bridges I've been meaning to mend. But it's not time to go yet, to say goodbye to the cracked vessels cr...

Your touch will turn me to stone, even when it's just a whisper through the floors and walls, slipping through the locks and windows to graze with longing fingertips to remind me I've memorized every night this happens  and maybe you're too familiar to keep me here anymore,  maybe you've studied me with the same way I've mapped each intricacy that drew us too close. Like gravity's resolute pull, like the onset of a collap...

I got you through the winter, willing to be the steps behind you, the traces and threads of what broke you untie the closer we get  to where you came from. And anything that was ever special, anything about me that ever illuminated your eyes may already be leaving cell by patient cell, frame by frame. So I drove the coast alone, by trees swaying in wind, trying to tear free from roots, by sands that are a smooth, unchange...