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Lockdown
The first person to cross your mind in Crisis is quite telling of your Heart; how its panicked rhythm still syncs to Another, how he used to be the moon to your Tides. Nostalgia in bodies Linger, drawing pails of emotion from the Well. Jittery fingers never Forget the tenderness of digits Intertwined.
Black shadows pass across weary Eyelids, harsh and gleaming in half- Light; cast away the yearning Darkness; let soft memories illuminate your Mind. Fast awaken from cold Slumber; morning's dawn will soon Arrive. Transient birds no longer evoke Heartbreak; in chirping chaos, clarity you Find.
My body screams for contact; hold me touch me please desire and tactile desperation
Roommate Agreement - mdf
…you and I and you stare blankly at something and nothing and something within us faded in and out and in perfect harmony the notes sound and silence and sound the alarms for it is here and gone and here, you and I...
remember the story of the man who mailed himself to freedom? my bones always got a little claustrophobic just thinking about it: elbows tucked into hip bones, knees kissing noses— people are not meant to fit into boxes. i cry out into the night sky, but the packing peanuts stifle voices, muffle fingers and mute tongues— remember when we occupied the same zip code? do you look up at the stars and see a similar sight to the pinpricks masquerading as galaxies of light? do you wonder if my sky resembles yours tonight? return to sender; push away from your doorstep this tiny parcel— it hardly weighs anything at all, and only if you press it to your heart very closely can you detect the softest of murmurings, “i still think of you sometimes”
express mail yourself to my doorstep - mdf
feminine facets
even when i feel weak i am strong even when i feel strong i'm weak
i'm scared and sad and i miss you
tell me it hurts you tell me you hate me tell me you miss me too tell me i matter even if it's not to you tell me something i am not as strong as i pretend i am and all this hate is just a mask for the gaping hole in my chest
His eyes were watching them, One on each monitor, Lenses tracing the path below. Spotlights cast a rosy glow upon the scene, But sometimes its all just red Harsh and unwelcoming The light bathes over saltwater wounds Stinging ever so slightly. At dusk His eyes drift homeward like a riptide pulling bodies out to see faces muted underwater, memories cast a mask over the future and the past. Lifeless, beakers shatter, scatter light across the room, solutions within waft heavenward alerting Him to lift His gaze from the microscope to eternity.
dilly dalí - mdf
Duple - mdf
Gemütlichkeit
I want to be near to you, nestled so close I can feel your steady breathing against my ribcage. Enveloped in your body like a matryoshka doll, I want to be near to you, ready to emerge, whole but relishing the security in your embrace. Your absent-minded fingers trailing over the ridges of my hips heighten my awareness of how I want to be near to you. Wish drowsy eyes and an open heart I want to be near to you.
harvest past
new life comes to soil tilled by tender hands new hope burrowed deep in furrowed brows and crinkles new joy illuminates surreptitious sidelong glances at perhaps new love better, different than before.
intimacy and radiance exude out from my edges bathing us in light
ensconced - mdf
Stone Orison
I don't want to hate you but God, you make it hard sometimes. It's easier to fall apart when you're not here to shove the fragments back into their lacunae. My hole-riddled body protests at the pressure as you push push push push push, as you force, with little regard for how the pieces should click into place. With you, they just clattered. Maybe it is better that you can no longer assist, and maybe it is because you are not the one who mended the shattered, maybe you are the one who chiseled away and tried to press dust flecks back into solid rock. I don't want to hate you, but God, you make it hard sometimes.
you made me feel trapped - mdf
(In)(Con)flict
I want to take the dishes from your china cabinet and shatter them against your door. That's a wedding tradition somewhere; we're not speaking anymore. I want to watch the pieces scatter, I want the neighborhood to hear, I want to watch you through the window, As you gaze back, eyes filled with fear. I want to share my tender moments, reaching out for what once was. I want to reflect your cold uncaring you wouldn't notice, no one does.
joy gathers here
occupying every crevice no one ever calls to say we're full no vacancy pawing at the back door like a stray kitten if you feed it it will stay piling atop overflowing shopping bags be thankful for this bounty and share with open arms