— take from this what you will —

feed me something

even -

if it’s the stars from

your soul,

feed me

your oxygen atoms

for hands

———

i become

a dragon

inside of your

mouth, mauve

caves both

mauve into

oneness

———

you

could have been

the moon

across my

fern swayed

hillside, could

have held me

in starry breath

———

in darkly

written skies

feint voices

rise, names

of, their initials

shall fade and

fade, old trees

seem stubborn

to time, but your

kiss of once

fragile as smoke

made into

broken shaped

———

when ghosts

become clear

become glass

i see you in the forgotten hillsides

———

i gaze you

dead

in the past

that house

of voices

now collapse

rubble of

frames half torn

pictures, and muted photographs

i was then

a motorway shimmered

with what blazes you gave me

desire

upwards

flourished

red into

molten tigers

dash their sugarless cages

i was caramel

lazed there, in

swollen words

capsized in

the deep dunes

in the waves of a smile

———

what made room

for the root and

grew itself into

a tongue, into

love, into torsion

absurd as a head spun dive a rollercoaster’s swan upwards then veering in hell’s ocean, a conversation words thrown into mirrors

there are seeds

that own pale

speeches, can

necklace or be

groans of tides

my

everywhere

convinced

and

swallowed

———

i found out love,

a carving of a

precipice, had

many, many

throats, hallways

of lost faces,

discarded crushes

rubbles of

filled eyes, they had

been dosed with

tarnishes, and

what was swans

pulled apart milk

from their dowsed

feathers, i set aside

love like it was

broken cutlery, it

had a mantlepiece

a museum of their

sucked out heads,

a door that closes

backwards where

failure labyrinths

———

memories are

seized moments,

catches of, a person

kept as a picture

or a touch remembered

as dew adrift upon a

slope, i museum ghosts

quick as glass their

light creases thru

had is what life is

reels of, circles as

we have met twice,

i re-memorise your

taste, immortalise

each thought’s smell

make them apple

into sunbeam bursts, the

dapple of, try not forget

———

half of the other not found. searched the pale blue scenery, moats of clouds, trees whispering each other goodbye, haven’t met the mirror to find clues or to undo the puzzle of lonely, there up there a cloud shaped as a fierce pike, an umbrella is another, those emptied as persons have painted glass for stares and are often faraway with gazing, i am coffee marooned on my second then third dive into its caffeine illusion, words thrive about my silence, god resits at a nearby table recites from a book of deep pages, relearning a river’s line, would you ensure my world stays glowed? soar me, trip the volcano? he straightens and leaves by the least near exit, who is to roam my want now?

———

adolescent crouches

trying, trying to navigate

its opaque something

filling out into unknown

shape, crayon in the

ideas to an almost colour-

full landscape

tears drawn from darkened

places, now to choose my

face, whoever i am