#writeeveryday

On a blazing fire

On a roof

Two men stand

They are wild

Young

Scared

One of them has everything but a gun

He cannot even wield it

He is too weak

A girl with a big heart

She waited

But nothing happened

So we left it.

~

The temptress

Ruins

The male mind

He knows he has statues

But nothing to wield them

He needs a counterpart

The leek of ink on actor’s war chest.

The dance of furl on his teeth.

The coolest colours.

The shade of lie.

The reek of sun.

The brick of book.

The emissions of bloody love.

In the spring hawk.

I.

Step soldier

the love i have known myself to love

is scalpel with teeth, cigarette burns where my tits used to be 20lbs ago

the love i am capable of,

is holy, sanctity not confusing intensity for intimacy

the way i want to remember it:

the proposal.

bloody wedding dress-apartment with big windows

pure, healing, sensitive. it’s the way you’re covering the blinds regardless

love.

the only body i have ever known myself to love is bruises, stitching wings where shoulder blades go, blood mixing with cum and tattoo ink. love.

i could make you a promise but i am only in love with the way it looks . often i find myself thinking about running away with someone who is me but is not me.

even more, i wake up and find myself wanting to go home in my own shower. shampoo still in my hair. i went to church the next day and he didn’t even recognize me.

the love i no longer wish to love, rusted scalpel. dominated.