Pinch
You must take him with
a pinch of salt. The flavor
is better that way.
Crossing
Fear is a bridge of
lies, connecting then to now,
burned by the crossing.
Lingers
Taking your fingers
in my mouth, will I taste your
imagination?
Forced Air
The house is breathing
stretching and rising, filling
up like newborn lungs
Night Song
the crunch of new snow
is weaker than the singing
of the north-bound geese.
Fleeting Snow
The snow melts faster
than I can come to hate its
late-winter insults
Small Offerings
the touch of my hand
making small offerings to
your soul through your skin.
Holding On
On days when I can’t
hold on to you, I have to
hold onto something.
Riverstone
I hardly noticed
as the endless flow of you
wore my edges smooth
Liquify
The caterpillar
must liquify its whole self
to be born anew
Swallow
I want to swallow
the words that leak from between
your ragged, wracked breaths
Between
Your hands. Lips. Breasts. Legs.
A few of the things I’d like
to be in between.
Brink
you bring me right to
the brink of thought, and leave me
gasping to speak it
Thirst
My taught soul, lifting
to your lips like a chalice.
Drink me through my skin.
