with your name tattooed across my heart

while you were sleeping

there are walls of paper moons

buried between us where

i would write poetry

upon your headstone

haunted by statues

of graveyard angels

burning in starlight

but

before i could hold your hand

like the quiet whispering

of trees and their leaves

that linger upon my ears

hesitating on whether to echo

or stay just as a whisper

on a winter evening

i could only conjure us

dancing on parchment

with mere words

dangling

from our lips

and as i breathe,

you fade in

and out

like a phantom singing

the chorus of an

almost love song,

playing the piano

off-key

like the beating of my heart

where your name resides

i would fashion a funeral

for your silhouette

which i only see in dreams,

complete with flowers

and candles, a passion

of two lost souls, complete

strangers

but

almost lovers

and as i breathe,

you fade in

and out

in and out,

you fade into

a a ghost of a memory,

fleeting and intimate

but

the innocent touch

of a guilty kiss

plummets so much further

like a lie, hidden from view

at the back of my mind

and as i breathe,

you fade in

and out

temperamental

like the paper moon

buried between us

dying like a torn page

from your notebook

forgotten in a corner

like the dead roses

that wither

like the graveyard angels

drowning in starlight,

i am drunk knowing

you're only a dream

a delusion, a secret

i tell the shadows

while you were sleeping

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I blogged at 2:40 PM.

undress my heart

i clumsily laid here beside

your vagabond ghost,

clearly visible in the

makeshift moonlight

illuminated by an

angel's halo at

nightfall as the

darkening clouds

rewrote vignettes

with the frostbitten words

your cold banshee lips

surrounded me in

my waking reverie

and as the east monsoon

howled your name

that tasted forbidden

inside my temptress mouth,

i couldn't see past

the katana skin

that you filled

within my veins

as you undressed

my heart,

slowly, hesitantly,

like it was a teenage

overmedicated romance

but we were too old for this.

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I blogged at 8:41 AM.

we once sat at the parking lot of a hospital,

praying for hearts not to flat-line.

there, you used to tell me stories about angels.

how, maybe, icarus didn't burn.

how jesus didn't die.

how your sister just lost her breath

and became one with the sea.

how her ashes shone brighter than the sun.

how babies were born from serenades.

your kiss felt like the sweet edge of winter

but you wore rain like a cologne

and as the dawn snuffed out

the stars like candles,

i watched you drive away.

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I blogged at 8:39 AM.

c a t t l e y a

i.

crushed lavender clothes my pale skin
as i bathe in your kiss
the sweet burn of winter
our song written in rain
lingering like a guitar riff
tangled in the afternoon light
eternity in a serenade
lips eclipsing in the stillness of breath
the gravity of a word
echoing in the silence
the physics of touch
the chemistry of warmth
an equation of your smile
in the abstraction of a whisper
the movement of hands
stolen by an afterthought
the simplicity of waking
a revolution in an embrace
medicine upon my tongue
the vernacular of the sun

ii.

we felt the electricity
within the push and pull of moonlight
a current in between our fingertips
a sip of rose wine
amidst the crash
and you touch me
at the base of my spine
almost hesitant,
waiting for answers
tiptoeing in curiosity
awkward caresses
and reluctant glances
soft light and muted music
echoing in the dark
an unchained melody
buried in our breaths

iii.

angels ruminate beneath the skyline
as our sighs lay hidden
unspoken in the twilight
"i could drown in my tears"
i say as i cover my eyes with remorse
"there is beauty in madness, my love"
you murmur, the tragedy of the forbidden
already written in the stars

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I blogged at 4:31 AM.

regret in soprano

december still feels like rain

on the pavement

making headlines

a deer caught in headlights

a car wreck in ash and bone

my ribcage

the new jerusalem

jesus in a streetcorner

mo[u]rning

regret in soprano

screaming my name in a botticelli song

grief in a hashtag

teardrops on my keyboard

stilla mascara all over his shirt

while i genuflect in the last pew

praying for you

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I blogged at 5:57 PM.

xxiii

i lost my voice, my ability to speak

metaphors out loud, hanging

with the bile inside my throat

i spit poetry like skyscrapers in china

the way i almost lost you

i wonder why we busy ourselves

with routine, without prayer

when most of the time

religion is a catchphrase

to attain freedom

like birds in cages

singing their ave maria’s in the dark

words bursting at the seams

not quite an eclipse

be quiet, be still

as the lady on the moon

laments outside our windowsills

the color yellow

reminds me of the time

you vomited sunlight

on stationery paper

piled the debris of your heart

in these little asphyxiations

like a noose around your neck

made up of rose petals

and silent conversations

lit by candles-

hot wax

on our fingers

until i

turn into a ghost

and fade

…into you

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I blogged at 5:47 PM.