You Promised: A Poem

I was promised I’d grow out of it, or grow into it. I traded the Teenage Dream™️ for lonely walks in the misty woods. Just me and the holy and unholy ghosts. Day in and day out I cried and beat my breast. The woods hooked my heart and asked me to come with them.... Continue Reading →

white hot: a poem

Ashamed of the way you made me ashamed of the way I think, of my sight, sound, and propensity. In my heart I know it’s all nonsense, hiding in embarrassment should be reserved for something worse than passion. but the skin is thick and the body more so. muscle, bone, sinew, humor I’m not strong... Continue Reading →

so much: a poem

I crave his touch, like the touch of the sun. Fingers and breath to make me warm and safe. I crave intimacy like the closeness of the night. Kisses in the kitchen and hand holding in public. I fantasize about his heart, about holding him in the first morning light, squeezing in a few more... Continue Reading →

apathy: a poem

for someone who doesn’t care i sure do care a lot apathy is only painful when it’s a mask covering a whole lot of pathy a whole lot of feelings a whole lot of love and pangs if i was really apathetic i wouldn’t keep pulling people aside to tell them to prove to them... Continue Reading →

Cishet Boy: a poem

If you don’t tell me what women are like, I won’t tell you about men. It isn’t that you’re good “even though you’re male,” and I don’t date you “even though you’re straight.” I date you because you’re just plain good. Braver than me, kinder than them. Can’t we hold hands - can’t I say... Continue Reading →

nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

Bloodletting: a poem

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, sinned and sinned. And tomorrow, I’ll sin again and again and again. Ivory fangs and fire. Kiss and burn, Forever and Ever, Amen. The body and the blood, that sweet, euphoric blood. I could stop if I was brave enough but I’m not. What am I inside, after all,... Continue Reading →

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