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hot breath escapes
in shapes and certainty:
you, glowing like another coal
kissed under the hard black flame
of inchoate stars
wings covered thick with
revolutionary oil,
spun by the heavy hands of time
and locked in bioluminescent frame
is the heart you never left (even in
leaving)
the tongue you never took
even in the taking
and I'll murmur out the metronome
while you wander the unrest pavilion
making mockery of fixed points in space,
the soaked centers of wood ships
drifting wrecked along the lavish coast
oh, boy
a cliff is not a home
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
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tell.tale
she told me her favourite word one Tuesday when the sun fell sharp like lemon slices across wet tarmac and constellations of cigarette stubs, I drank it in – all these useless facts as if she would test me, hand me a paper with a series of questions: her favourite word, the song set as her alarm, whether she prefers seafoam or duck egg blue a perfectionist, I would get every answer right, be rewarded with those teeth clicking into a smile like champagne glasses shattering in an over-enthusiastic toast ask me whether she loved me and I would falter, but her favourite word was surreptitious and that’s exactly how I felt, holding my heart tucked in my sleeves and praying she would notice.
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I have seen the edge flirted
with it playing half-steps over
into beyond I have fallen and
there found peace in the falling
with it playing half-steps over
into beyond I have fallen and
there found peace in the falling