pouring all your love
into a broken vessel
and slicing your hands on the shards
full nakedness
To be
naked and in
love: not all nakedness
is intimate but this is and
we are
Re: tabanca
re: tabanca
It will always surprise.
It will come like a thief,
in the night in old love songs
like waves in full tide
like the dull ache of a bruise.
And it will linger.
re:re tabanca
Much like the tides,
it will flood, but it will ebb
And like the bruise,
it will fade.
You will learn to sing new songs.
“And in my first year of college I was with this girl and I called it a thing.”
I loved you most when you were bold and bashful
wildeyed at 4 am
and brilliant
up late in the kitchen
sniffing daikon and shrugging
tasting everything
i loved you most when we were two warm bodies
moving together through the night
fitting perfectly
artifice
we speak in riddles and doublespeak
and half-finished glances
i am tired of never saying what i mean
and hoping you understand
me:
coy but ready
you:
distant but yearning
everything is artifice
and we are just playing parts
Day 3-Write about interpersonal relationships and the games we play to avoid vulnerability.
Love Like a Mango
Dec 22, 2014
There was a fullness to our love
like that mango just within your reach
unblemished and warm
falling straight into your palm
eaten under the shade of the tree
juice dripping down your elbow
temporary in its bliss,
but perfect in that moment.
24 april 2014
you are
not a graceful
sleeper but i have learned
to love your sprawled sighs when
i can’t
sleep.
Sins of the Flesh
Flesh only begets more flesh
And this flesh of mine
-formed in sin and shapened in iniquity-
knows only lust
and I dance between longings.
Flesh begets more flesh.
Tensions
-->
I
am beginning to name my knots.
Let
one in my neck be Wanting
from
every time I clenched my jaw after breathing in her scent.
Let
the tightness in my shoulder be Disappointment who is also called Shame
a
product of still wanting him to touch me
even
though we both know he shouldn't
and
being caught between recoiling and not.
Finally,
the chronic ache in my back will be Distance
from
consistently loving people that are too far away.
In
the same way one muscle contracts as the other relaxes
these
pains are interconnected
and
I know that all these names mean the same thing:
I
hold on for far too long and I need to learn to let go.
Requiem
I only love those
slender boys with slight frames when
they remind me of
you.