carnival-face

Sink your teeth into me to bone stay there for a minute please.

You push through me- through my skin and shiver thickened blood- Into bones, amidst shaking and pulling. I wish that you could swallow me whole, greedy mouthed but slow and-(perfect)- sink your teeth your fingers into me- softly, warmly. I will lay here and wait for you, begging deities- desperation falling off my tongue- bunching tissue, muscles- traveling through the pit of me- up my spine , and out of my mouth until you come. And warmth pounds beneath my skin slow and thick and perfect.

Let’s sleep somewhere safe tonight, ok? On the crust of another summer, I can feel my diluted ambitions falling into place again. Summer nights in the still too cold pool, surrounded by apartments and fluorescent lights and my t shirt is floating up I feel like I want to go home which is not here and curl up at my mother’s side. It aches in that way. There is always this surreal aching for my mother that I find in the oddest moments, where I feel as if my stomach is too empty of her and I want instead to crawl back into her and sleep there until I am ready for the moment I currently find myself in. Or just until that moment is gon

Vertebrae crunch scraping against each other. Brace. Collapse. Brittle and fragmented suddenly. Shattered. Bone. Burned red knees. I suck on my fingertips till they burn. Red tipped. Knuckles. A hollow in between each rib, a hollow place. Stop cycle breath. Vertebrae scrape and he braces his shoulders deep inset but he sees it too soon and a collapse starts from within. Too quick for him to catch up or stop and down he tumbles. A collapsing collapsed shelter.

         Obsess over it heavy       Stoplight         Lamplight post          Flicker, curves, slants, angles. Flicker      Where I block out your light       Impressions.             Sunflower clouds           And wishflower moons.            Strum your way through town.          Garbled fingers and sing song tell tale                Calluses.           Carry your tune through the streets            Wind blown worn down          Cobblestones.     Ink stains and milky fingertips.              Intent crushed by your sleepy resolve        To bring me down f

Murmur. Wrapped in sweet heat. Amber wings and thievery in the most eloquent sense, in the way that I give it to you. Just ask me first and I’ll float you up to the core of the ground. To the curling and digging and shoving and pulling of ourselves into each other. Gasping. Wishing. Dragonfly whispers in my ear. The story of the dirt and green on my knees and in my ears and gums and fingernails. Violin whispers and nonexistence. Crashing.