Flames

It is the cool glide of ink
That leads her-

Hand goes heart-ward

Breeding, kneading

The toughness from its flesh:

The beat is back.

It is him, The Moon, cool pull

Dragging the blood through her veins.
The tide is crimson and
Thick, quick as sand

The sorrow has ebbed,

The storm has stilled.

The stars are ageless
In his eyes

The sky is blue curls around

His fingers

His voice flows in waves.

The room leans in.

His words gently bend us
Trees in wind,
Collide,
Fall.
The earth is softer now.

I title myself lovely bones and pray You
"hear me?"

I drag shells across pages

empty

devoid.

Disconnect
my

lonely

thoughts....

I wish to be instead a micrphone

so to amplify
our secret dreamings,
and harness stars
beyond reach.

Reading through crystals,

I long for your honesty.

Perhaps someday,
I'll have lovely thoughts too

My breath frosts your lenses

as I invade your thoughts.

I drag my limbs against the current

of your brutal rejection.

Want me

"I want you"

need me

and mean it.

Can't you imagine, for just a moment

that you could love me too?