MARRED
by your hands alone. I offer my neck willingly...

“…and the wound was a place of shelter for...
You sincerely ask. You speak the grief I’ve been...

You smell of poetry again.
The world has grinded to...

trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...

I come bearing fruit from the northern isles—you...
and wonder which flesh is sweeter, more tender...

what draws you near? is it the fragrance that
happened to waft by you, or the deeply carmine...

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm...
stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you...

on the nights where my eyes gorge on you,
a banquet of star-matter, where my belly...

thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
break the resin i casted your elegy in...

come near –
i promise you it’s safe again...

i tremble, my heart is not as steady as yours;
i'm steadfast in my devotion to you...

the sky lightens with your touch, i’m left...
you set fire to most things, are you aware of...