as if the waves knew any other origin
than the rhythm of the lunatic light,
gentle truths billowed from your lips
in a way not unlike smoke,
and I was thinking just hours ago
I wanted to see how far it could go.
something about your clarity keeps me pure,
something about you keeps me here.
as if I knew any other rhythm but my own,
so closely timed with the breadth of your thoughts
a flower of folded fabric pricked my finger today
and I thought of the new moon, the last bloody affair I had
underneath her spotlight
what other sacrifice could I have for her?
turn to waxing and let me glow,
my light is waning and I deserve it this time
take what I’ve given you to imbibe,
my salt and sulfur mix just fine
boldly glaring in your darkened face
declaring it different this time
queenglamourpuss I said autumn and they only gave you primary colors for options so I chose blue
Macy’s job app asked me my favorite season and color and I feel like I gave the wrong answers
I suppose there are worse places to be stuck all day than a Marriott.