Naomi says that a lover’s name gone too long unspoken turns the pink of the mouth red with the warm, metallic flavour of loss which has no word to call its own. Mine is a mouthful of blood from the split abscess of your name unsaid, I think now of love and god and all […]
I know hurt Like fingers know a paper cut, Like a femur in two, Like raw skin on fire. I know what it is to miss you, Beloved And I swear, I will take the wound every time.
Dear Frida, I once had a lover who looked at me like maybe I was magic. And I hung everything on that maybe, When they weren’t looking at me at all. Maybe you were talking about a mirror, Frida. Because I no longer want a lover who looks at me that way. And I […]
I miss you in a way that makes me forget how a thing tastes. I miss you, lover, like I have forgotten my own smell. But you like that. You like a terrifying beauty. Don’t you.
She wears crimson like it was made just for her. The other women want their money back now But it’s fine. We’ll pay them with the million we got from the way you look today, baby.
You are beyond your haunting eyes. Me, my words are my eyes. The color of my “Come home” A deep amber flecked with phosphorescence The color of your “God, yes.” Purple with streaks of green. My eyes think of the taste of your name Cayenne dusted mangoes surrounded by twilight at the edge […]
All day long, I have not used my ears but my heart to hear the world with. I used my mind’s eye to see the beauty that hides within creation Today I have known, The coldness of a pane of glass The warp and weft of a blood-red shirt The maze of information hidden […]
~ The sum of my years has been spent knowing your body and learning the puzzle of how we fit and connect into each other. The plane of your flank flush with my arm. My face flat against your belly like a memory foam pillow. The sweep of your back meeting the convex of my […]
Here. Take these moons for 30 nights. Or one month, 1/12 of a year. These are the days when you will be away from me in ways I know but cannot understand Why they are unkind. Distance is measurable. My love is not. Time is measurable. My love is not. I exist in this world. I […]
When it was over, I just put them away. The letters, the words – your twenty-six mix and match – in a box I called, ‘Favourites’. When you remember you are lost, Won’t you come look me up? I’ll put you up; I’ll hook you up with who you were (the who I adored). The […]