If only I could map it out just once,I'm certain you would finally know.Because I can tilt your chin and name every light in the skywhen the night falls and we're leftwith nothing but glows that are the equivalent of temporarilyethereal ghostly...

The sweet and salt of another,although already evaporated from bare skin,still remains a ghost of DNA between us,and I wonder if you can still feel it.Some difference between the fires,if you still burn where lips explored before or if you still...

I was close to you for so long and it was only through words at first,and to know I'm forever puncturedby something not made of skin or steel,to be torn from different wombsand always feel that you neverentirely left its fleshy...

You'll already have my name but sometimesI forget the pull this will imply.You still took my hand and beganto gently instruct me in the dark,I used to need lights for this,to slowly part the unknown.Everything can be learned from there.It...

What is it that I'm so afraid of?To never feel your fingertips hush my lipsbefore I spill everything I'll never say againand your incandescent eyes will burn brighteras if to say you already know what I hold inside.To be reminded...

Jasmine

"A rewrite of a much older poem"

I knew the shape of your face as well as my own, but true contact marks us deeper than skin, beyond flesh and vapor into the ether,realizing that we can never go backto a world's beautiful axis without being suspended inside its crippling...

I didn't know it could hurt back then,we were drunk on bliss and sweet wine,glowing in ways the young always do,a raw light through us that can bealmost too dangerous to touch.It was all instinct and velocity,we'd come to know...