sanctuary

I’m not ashamed Love is large and monstrous

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.

At night I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me.

he wants you to walk into him as into a dark fire.

perhaps the silence between us prefigured this silence, in which everything that remained unspoken was somehow shared.

You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.

A bouquet of clumsy words: You know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming, but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say “just wondering” when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a universe out there. Let’s go.

I miss being touched that way – triumphantly – first lips, then teeth, testing for the give.

…lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

Cracked ribs, spilled viscera, there was so much blood, there was so much blood, and a heart beating–I want I want I want

no flowers blooming empty skies and roads and cribs / ribcages falling & rotting my insides sloughing away leaving cavern-mouths warning “from here, only void”

☎ from wrath to leon.

☎ from emlys to allyn.