he kept the world in his pocket

they look like they could come alive. if only you knew the magic word. all skin and veins. giant circulatory systems. etched in delicate, ancient, watery patterns. between the rise and fall of pregnant earth bellies. or lungs exhaling. blowing clouds hard and soft until they feather or curdle the sky.

then us. unskilled in technicalities. knowing nothing of co-ordinates we read, map, plot routes. journeys. fathom, invent, chose destinations. no trail of breadcrumbs. only pieces of heart. scattered. marking the way. traversing time and continents. walking on water.

no verona

drink your cup of amnesia.
hold it warm in your mouth
before it burns thick
like comfort down your ruby throat.
sometimes do you dream me to life?
the me you knew then
in the time we left behind?

wearing weakening foxtails
and rabbit's feet i bit your neck.
sunk my teeth into translucent skin.
the kind of skin light
(the light blake knew only too well)
could shine right through.
you could be a ghost.
a figment of my imagination.
but you're not.
you were my sun.
more than beautiful.
you drunk me dry.
yet still i offered my neck.
my wrist.
still.
still and always.

in a voice i hear not
and dont remember,
like an echo in a dream,
you sing your world to another.
meanwhile i see them.
feel them waiting.
hoping. close by.
tuned in
to the sound of my footsteps
and heart.

i ask myself,
can mountains be moved?

on being possessed

shadows beckon the amber light dancing arias across their greedy skin. white sage burns and burns unable to rid my heart of it's hauntings. it's ghosts. and the sword i swallowed just catches in my throat from time to time on the days i almost sing.

when the sky bled jewels

drink the light breathed by stars singing silver vibrations. bodies understand in waves the wordless hymns we were born knowing if we only remember to pull them out from blood and bone...... someone shot a hole through the velvet sky tonight. chemical explosions glittered colour raining through in bursts like phosphenes behind closed eyes.. and to myself i wondered "does it hurt?"

like a polar rose

the sun's parting kiss
shone through the veil
we invented in the days
of blood and black roses
when the story etched
on frozen water
shattered
like the glass rooms
we build and inhabit.

now all that remains
are these nocturnes
and pockets full of teeth.

like a moth i follow
always these trails of fire
that forever
scorch the ground
leading the way
as the apples fall in time
at our blackened
but determined feet
like cursed gifts of fate.