I am new. Insatiable. Blue as the moon,
while making ready for wake of morn.
My desire extends
beyond the flesh.
bless what's becoming.
as the stars strategize
layout of their luster.
I have never spoken, taken, clung this way,
so, I linger
withstand the ache awhile.
And with words and heart poured out,
though light pursues,
I am grateful for the dark tonight.
miss your skin already.
My pretense presses up against your chest,
that was mine,
I plan to leave with you.
You will happen upon it later,
and in that moment,
I hope you don't remember where it came from.
I hope you see it new;
that nothing's missing.
we have circled through each season,
and the air smells wet and rare,
I am tempted by a different telling.
Aware of the shifting, I am slow today but greedy,
still hearing summer's heavy heart beat
still warmed by her superior heat,
I've said before
I am quite well able to withstand the fire,
there is exception in this flush.
now, I am
mastering the rift
and tallying the loss as I
lay down pen.
So silence me with your stroke before spring sidles in,
before winter takes her
in the chill of in between,
all this bygone galore
will no doubt
from the bite of blight.
I will keep you even in the wilderness and pray you off to sleep.
I will share my joy, send it with the wind,
and when budtime