She’s cleaning out closets, boxing up unused crockery and sorting through bookshelves. Everything is a landmine of memory. She’s promised her neighbour a bagful of

I never lay in your arms and spoke about lovers. Our covers were never safe enough To let the past drip from our lips Like

It wasn’t until well after the spark had first ignited the kindling that the campfire became self aware. Thrilled with her gift of life, she

I drink midnight in sepia ink from yellowed prints where your name waves in letters cursived in time, curving past present to the digital screen

Sometimes it looks like you have two different colored eyes like one of those dogs people love asymmetrically. You’re the same rotten canine    

Lipstick stained cups Loose curls Award winning smile Teeth the color of pearls Raised eyebrows Tongue in cheek banter Deafening principles only you could sell

Picture this: I’m holding my scars  in my right hand and the rest of my skin in my left:  dimples impressed and rubber- stretched until

Mounted on her wall-bound throne, Our very first voyeur weeps  At the sight of my naked scalp.   She remembers your fingers there, Covered in

I like to find the hairless spots on my lover’s body.   As we lie parallel as an equals sign,  I search. I knead the

I kiss the Onkar ੴ on his chest, the black ink still resplendent, fresh like an invocation, luminous on the terrain shaved bare, while beads

I don’t like the way you read and I don’t mean aloud. I mean you read too fast, too facilely, too faithlessly. I mean we

[ I – Pisces Sun – Blood ] The first time you walked away, you were distracted by the un-art of my recently plucked veins, 

Hanging by a hair, yet cherries taste sweeter here. The flavor of the meager feels sharper, the air is cooler. An Achilles’ heel will be

For with your eyes shut you become disembodied, what Redon calls, “the strange harm of closed eyes.” You evolve in this darkness, into a play

You came to me like a kid in a candy store, picking out your favorite treats. I remember sitting on a shelf, your eyes lighting