pantomimed expressions

a poet in a quote cage

tying fire with a tourniquet

nothing accomplished

enraged burn

baggage claim

she cut through her skin with a grin

as if to say

  see, that’s how i empty my baggage

her whole world spilled out before me,

to her it was just another cleansing

we spent all night talking it out

over shots of rum

and tightly rolled joints

  you know i’d never do this

  without you next to me

  right?

and laughter filled up

the empty swollen eyes

(5-7-5)

winds subtle or harsh

i will stand here either way

poised unscarred unscathed

 

remora

feeling fed upon

waved

slick in the currents

the taste in your throat

it is i

whore residue

cast from my skin

with a twitch

to darkness

i am clean and i

roam deep seas

once again

 

on this good earth

kiss me here 

on this good earth

i stand here waiting 

in a field of illusions

kiss me as 

my lips bleed out

cracked on the punch 

of loneliness

kiss me twice 

for hell and heaven

my low my high

both lips longing

kiss me now 

hanging over the edge

and be brave enough 

to fall with me

down

it was always the sky

 the depth of the sky

 the questions of space

 the beauty of the cosmos

that made her want to jump

it was never the ground

 the certain impact

 the clouds of dust

 the feeling of an end

no

it was never her intention

to fall

but she fell 

looking up

the whole way

down

frost bitten