"Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth." 
Your heightened hunger.
We roam the velvet ocean,
Taste the depth filter through our teeth.
Our tongues are salty with fish tears.
Touch softly, leaving a
Burning sensation on their arm.
The rhythm is impatient.
Your hands are an enchantment.
Voluptuous touch
quiet and courageous
a reason to leave
with wind in their hair
and rain in their sleeves
not needy or conceited
vulnerable or hard
who has faced their regrets
and pains from the past.
They were shoelace strangers.
The kind that matched
Even though one's ends were frayed
And the other was a tad too long.
Like the kind that come pre-threaded
And never really meet til they're thrown away
Used and dirty.
Replaced with new and left with each other.
Perfectly analogous.
A singing, fearless, waste of space.
I dreamt I was drowning with you.
The bubbles of your song floated to the surface,
And played for the sky your last lamentation.
But we weren't really scared,
Just playing the parts assigned at birth;
Human to a fault,
With flaw and fear abound.
Secretly, we accepted death with open arms
Because there was nothing else.
forever.
for-eh-ver.
the word tumbles through my mind.
f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
seven letters long,
it means just as much.
It's like a wheel, spinning
Out of control
Spokes breaking, one by one
A jumble of letters and forevers and nevers.
They were in love for awhile.
They would spend their days and nights talking,
and when they finally slept they
dreamt of each other's faces.
But this did not last for long.
He couldn't handle it anymore,
couldn't handle feeling another's breath inside him.
So they stopped talking.
And she fell asleep clutching the letters he wrote
inhaling their perfume,
and finally drifted into dreams of gardens where
sex and drugs didn't exist and
the sky was unceasingly the light colour of dawn and
all kisses were laced with butterscotch and
they held each other and
the boy sometimes allowed the tears to escape,
and she drank them in to taste his pain,
tabacco and bruise flavoured,
Martinelli's mixed with blueberry.
Sometimes they'd walk with their fingers intertwined,
all the while whispering how she never wished to wake up ever.
Torsos wrapped, spinal bows
Intertwined toes
A siren's call,
A song laced with verbal absinthe.
An earthbound angel.
Tied to my chest with a single ribbon,
The ebb and flow of her pain mixes with mine and
Softly I listen.
We sleep at day so we can talk at night.
They keep us apart in darkness,
afraid of,
indecency?
They say they remember being a teenager
But I don't recall ever feeling like one.
a broken promise
After how many voyages?
cardiac arrested
termite infested
You're ugly,
and no one wants you.
drizzled in honey
All electric about the virgin
Peeling apples above your head
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We're dead
We're
dead
It was the winter
of harlots.
hooligans and
hard drugs
hard liquor
hardened men.
kind-hearted evil abound
dim archangels and
loose change.
my gut is in your mailbox
the beast has slayed the beauty
she talked too much, and smelled too sweetly
for his liking.
i drank the vial labeled "drink me"
and ate the cookies labeled "eat me"
but nothing happened
the magic's gone
I am
gone
my desire to sweetly suffocate
your arm
my need to
collapse your spine
and place it in my pocket
forever close
forever mine
Your breath is languid.
I can feel it on my neck
In, out
Moist
Carelessly you inhale
dead skin cells
hair dye fumes
my soul
a ticking clock.
your hands were made for fixing.
my mouth was made for speaking
with eyes made for watching.
Moccasins dip in the milk
Puddled at your toes.
Your spine elongates and
You smile at the sun.
I forgot why I was angry.
I forgot I forgot I forget I've forgotten.
You beat leeches against the ground
As I
Stretched glowing spirits in their gravesites.
We seduce heavy bones in the night.
These luminous impressions under the mist,
Dark and dazzling near the fog,
You converse with murky hands above the slime,
Bright under their gravesites.
