i vow you’re
mine,
you bury
eyes
in
faded flannel
sleeve
like you don’t
believe.
ever in shared
orbit
yet not within
reach,
just missing each
other’s
hands due to
speed
of
the spin we lost
ourselves
in.
from bed of dried
up ocean,
open
our hearts
to sentiments
folded
under mattress
soiled
from blood run
cold.
a kiss in blindness
kindles
bliss
on surface bare
to urges
flared
in darkest of
the pit
we shamelessly
submit.
she’s a wax on
skin erotic,
if she knows this,
its seldom
flaunted
and
the less
we speak of it
the more we
feel.
we blaze the moon
enchanted
despite whispers that
sun’s dead
of
lifeblood
lost
in restless state of
permafrost.
no single word has
meaning
this late
into rekindling..
promise wrought
with back
turned
to lifetimes that
won’t burn
away
despite all we do
or don’t
say.
i’m feeling boldly
horizontal,
don’t tell men steadying
time’s ladder
i’d rather sink into
sensation
then climb too high
to feel crisp
ocean..
mist my
lips-
rolling sun between
my fingertips.
in hellfire and
affection
may i extend
a kiss
for each time you’ve
been made
to feel..
Powerless
predestined to play
then rewind
waning summer
tune
as heartfelt as
hers,
sung as though i made
up every
word.
hands in the garden 
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