from the hollow pits
on your collarbones
overflowed my dreams,
secrets I only told you
they stream downward
from body to your toes
wash your hair tonight
I’ve whispered too much
like a deer in a meadow
it combs the earth
that it never owned,
the moon recognizes us
but my thoughts cloud
the fiction and the voices
you’re gone by tomorrow
let me weep like my pen
until sleep collects me

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I was away from sleep
Like a paper boat on concrete

Standing atop the lights
The wind sift through the blight

Their cares resembled mine;
Flimsy, almost lesser a dime

There is a shy beauty -
Remain the way you are

Did you speak of a page
Torn from a familiar book?

Stay away from the clangor
Of this perfidious story

I bury my head
In the light of this lamp post

Quelling the flames
That sweltered the wings of hope

Swimming in dream and sea
I stifle at the woe in my throat

Like a moonshine veiled in clouds
I’ll preserve its memory

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You weren’t a broken boy,
But there was something broken
With the way your shoes
Grazed the pavements

I want you around
Even as I say this
Through gritted teeth
And bleeding lips

Both our knees are scathed
From looting antique stores
And fruits from the grocer;
I was weak too, but not a thief

One of us wanted adventure
While the other opted for shelter
Your mind was set, so was mine;
We broke in into a library instead

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I returned to our old room;
The inebriation is still present

These were the minutes
When we used to envelope each other

This is the hour
I swim in your left-over liquor

The intervention of your verse
Is dangerous, I mewl

I hope to crush my hopes
With my scratched knuckles

Tonight I sing to you
With these broken piano keys

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She looked at him
Naked from all the deceit,
As breaths left his mouth
She wanted to capture each one
And hide them under her skin

His porcelain neck
Showed china blue veins,
She wanted to take a bite;
Her tear dropped into the ocean
Her compass forever lost North

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Your fragrance was what I once breathed
Until the drunkenness left me sore
Still pleading for more until I was lifted
Into the skylines and out of my own sight
All their stories were tales of blasphemy
My ears pounded, I heard only our voices
Our tidings were sweeter than nectar
But something in me was already bleeding
Like a stolen wish captured in the breeze
I had a price to pay, and you didn’t tell me

Our love wasn’t love
Even if it was the realest for me
We mistook the burn for iced tongues
Like a fierce kiss between two fires

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I had no map or compass
But the pavement whispered the way
I showed up at your door
With my heart on my sleeve
And a stained jacket on
Hands in my pockets, I said
“I don’t know why I’m here,”
I buried my my head in your chest
And you held me so close
My moon, sun and stars
Were back where they belonged
When you replied
“I didn’t ask” 

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I drive away from sunsets
For too many whispers
And disclosed secrets
Have been thrown its way
The sun has its own fancy
To be witnessed and admired
When it first opens it eyes
Will you hold my hand
And stay awake with me?
Let’s watch the sunrise break
Until nothing else does

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If I had a nickel for every moment spent
Thinking about what has come to pass
My pink piggy bank would burst to pieces,
Its sharp edges piercing through my skin
With the warm rush of blood spreading
From my shivering body to the tiled floor
Where we used to lay and count stars
That were on my ceiling and out the window -
“Touch has a memory”
The imprint of your palm still whispers
From my clavicles and shoulder
I wish to get rid of you like exhaled airs
But I surrender to the misery and joy
Of the wistfulness that entails my fragile faults

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Your poems are glittery stories
To eyes that haven’t seen
This side of our perpetual fate
Compiling the beautiful verses
Have shed light upon
The human bones I’ve lost
And the one heart I’ve surrendered
To be the muse of your tale
To become the ghost of my own

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Lifeforms were formed
Underneath translucent sheets
Souls worn on sleeves
Hearts beating above the bed
The rush of blood kills time
Memory is etched on her breath
Solstitial grace embraces them
Like a patient noose in waiting
Suspended from the ceiling

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Leave the pale windows open
The wolves gnaw at my ankles
Let them sprint to the woods now
Hand prints on the creaking floor
Were stories for craving warmth
My feelings have nowhere to go
Staircase of howls and pins
Mornings spit out lovers’ quarrels
Stare with me into the distance
As qualms take hold of our wrists
I still beat crimson right next to you
Let’s be still until the dip of dawn
Swallows us with this honey hurt

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You’re like sugary cereal
Bathing in a bowl of ice-cold milk
I want to eat you up
Bit by bit, first with my spoon
And then from the bowl
With every bite I close my eyes
Feel you swim and dissolve
On the roof of my tongue
Just when I thought I’m done
You’d have me pleading for more 

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The silhouettes cry
From the impending cold
Letters have grown old
Bittersweet misery
Is wandering in tiptoe
You bid my feelings goodbye
Backward days envelope me
I’ll wipe the stains of forever
You’ve left on my clock

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He parted well and good
With the moon sitting atop a cloud
Cars near the harbour glinted
A nostalgic kind of grey
Dimples through waters of late

Great sails glitter the horizon
Fallen stars sit in peace with them
Shine gone, but essence present
His fears shook hands with the storm
The skies were silent, his heart a noise

Hours to dissolve in liquor
Were brushed away by a kind hand
Nowhere flesh, just a kind message
In a form of song devoid of tongues
She sang to him, and he dissolved into her

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