I wish I could be pure
as pure as freshly
But my darling
you know I find
you watch me like a hawk
oh can you feel me squirm?
away from you
and i flinch at your touch
you leave early in the morning
I came into your life one day
all sweetness and smiles
burning like a fire
If you were to take my soul
and crumble it between your finger
I think you’d find
were all of you.
A lead block, that collapses on yo
the Siberian winter that brings a
races around laps of teal veins, w
from pallid oblong arms, like Herc
his second labour. A throbbing ves
Shall we dance?
I think so.
Shall we spend a week in bed
Just you and me
And watch the world fall away.
I want vodka
to wash away my thoughts.
So that I don’t have to even try
and be clever.
I want to look
Darling I don’t think it’s the ta
and your lips alone, that make me
floating. In pure air, liquid gold
that is what they call it. Nor is
into the rise and fall of my waist
I miss burying
my head in your chest
and hiding from the world.
Because I swear
the touch of your hand on my back
citrus curls rest
on your mint coriander
Nails painted like grape
The words that breathe on your che
with the weight of cold granite,
made cracks on velvet skin, where
The smash of a metal spoon against
of the bowl you brought, because t
I can’t sleep.
when I close my eyes you appear,
like a bitter taste
a sordid afterthought.
Oh be gone and don’t come back my
I thought of how I struggled to s
because everything had suddenly be
and nothing had meaning.
I gave myself up to you
and you let me down darling
Callousness lingers on my thigh.
on white meat. Stickiness blows d
of an ear, pricked to sugar sweet
with honey, wrapped in golden arse
Bars of metal shoot through the bl
I don’t have the words to say
the words to say.
So I’ll watch in silent horror
as we fall apart.
Let me step outside of my body,
and leave the solid form behind.
I will shed my skin,
smooth and supple and moist.
I will take off this shell
Glass sand blisters lizard soles,
my flesh is a railway map marked
with cracked jade. I suffocate
on dripping wax in the Land of
the Sahara and curse Poseidon’s
I let the liquid hit my lips
Snake down my throat
Till it burn and stings
And my mouth becomes numb.
—I cannot feel you anymore darling
These are the nights
I want to jump in a car, anyone’s
for hours on stretches of empty ro
nothing but concrete cement for as
A crown of thorns
weighs down golden curls. Your nam
scrawled in crimson across ashen s
stacked up liked the disregarded c
that form crinkled mountains on gl