phoenixes and coffee

The night becomes increasingly foreign

There's a new sense of fellowship in morning

When the sky drowns itself in sheets
Of red coal and heliotrope.

I've become a member of limited invite

one of few who can accept
that the best kinds of tenderness
last only briefly

And Even all the way across this vast city

I can feel when your thoughts turn.

Making a bittersweet fracture

In my otherwise perfect day.

The bruises your ink stained fingertips

Traced along the lines of my rib cage

They begin to darken and ache

And that feeling tinges my world 

Turns it the color you made me see

Though only for a moment

Increasingly Shorter

Before I breath out

And remember to forget.

Horrid attraction: potion number one.

The touch of that mouth to this skin
like the sound of a last desperate gasp for air
horror filled and swollen with intention
Those careful hands on this careless frame
the aging flesh on a face once lovely
Sad
So impossibly full with longing
You are a blissful fall my darling
A rigorous search with no reward
you're my candid confession without forgiveness
the poisoned fruit
a requirement of faith when I have none to offer.