all that falls.

breathing techniques

the sky says hello to me, starts to embrace me,  but i stay inside. i am too scared of its touch. i lie in my bed awake watching black turn light.

Stars fell upon me then. And the river ran and night laid its golden white palms on the ruins of my chest.

Tell them about your muse  behind your heart,  tell them that most woman aren’t like me.  They can’t burn on their own. Lately,  I do not commit to my poetry,  but words like;  passion,  sensation,  desire haunt me. And I ask your structured lips,  when I tell you I am lonely  so I can seduce you,  and I tell you I leave you,  and you stay good to me.  Tell them that loneliness is  a clumsy lover  in a marraige.  Tell them that I behave like  a child  and you cannot nurture for me.  Tell them that if I run away,  the world would eat me alive.  And I base all of my success  on a man,  and it is beautiful and courageous,  but I take it all back  so restlessly and you ask of me.  And sometimes  I am simple  and good; folding your clothes, drinking mango juice  and patiently paying the bills, and leaving sweet nothings on your  phone.  Tell them I fight  bad headaches and set our bed on fire, and I cry with visions of you.  And I lose my breath on you,  for what is my heart without you?

Young, jealous shadow of my soul, genetrix of a music under moonlight Stand a little closer to me.

Absolution

hangover