When her time is up,
stay in Paris writing offers...
You said you were
terrified of open water...
I sit on the lip
of your headboard...
In ways,
I imagined love to be a furious ocean...
Surrender your skin,
fray the frail dermal wires...
It's one of those days when
I'm dangling off Earth by a thread...
I dream of a serene place
where the Earth's rotation slows...
I live here, a world away.
Bizarre birds and beasts...
What am I but a skeleton
who homes an anxious knock...
He plucks
at my heart strings...
My mind is a pithos,
a vessel for every vile emotion...
You bring a rain
the likes of this town ain't ever seen...