Man-eater

Attention, attraction,
affection, attachment,
with trust in you too large to trust
myself so little,

on again off again first

isn’t there something comforting
about everything we ever wanted,

unsure if the high was betrayed or best conveyed
by the crash—

hips, heel, shoulder blades, and crown
for the tree bark

Topless with the windows open.

Your world she’s never entered
over which she was the queen

shakes beneath her every footstep,
though its sky she’s never seen.Read More »

My lies loved yours.
Our scars and alter egos danced,
and your ghost rolled over, straddling mine.

I found a shield in a linguistic sword;Read More »

By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.

By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.

I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »

I gaze at her
with my blue eyes singing
everything
I’ve never thought.

My eyes are inhaling,
and how they manageRead More »