Undeniable

If i could hear the colour of your hair,

i bet it would smolder...

if i could see the passion in your voice, 

i bet it would flicker and glow...

your whole being is an inferno,

intense, infectious, sweeping,

and undeniably present.

making use of what's given,

and making new beginnings at every turn.

uncontrollable, unquenchable,

this world is not enough

and you could swallow it whole,

igniting every inch,

smiling while you watch it burn.

you

are an inferno.

you set all things ablaze

with just a touch.

you

are an inferno.

searching for someone who won't fall to ash,

someone to burn with.

Stargazing

the other day as was laying on the floor

laying, looking at the stars

that we had stuck up on the ceiling

i awoke from a place that wasn't sleep

a place where things were real but only there

a place where we used to visit long.

i awoke as i was missing you

eyes closed enough to stop the world

but not enough to stop the stars

from leaving scars in my eyes.

i had closed my eyes

looking, as is natural,

at the backs of my own eyelids,

noticing how infinitely close they are,

as close as anything could be.

then i thought of you

and as you crossed my mind

there you did appear

on the backs of those same eyelids

just as close as tears.

there you were

and there you stood

alone save for yourself,

the two of you 

not even inches away

seen as one

Nervous

he looks at you

beautiful.

he looks at his shoes

scuffed.

he glances left 

at nothing in particular.

he looks at you

stunning...

he looks at you

beautiful.

straightening his back

handsome.

he looks at his shoes

scuffed.

he shuffles his feet

nervous.

he glances left

at nothing in particular.

rocking on his feet

hands stuffed in his pockets.

he looks at you

stunning...

he's smiling

hopeful.

he looks at you

beautiful.

straightening his back

handsome.

"Hi."

he looks down at his shoes

scuffed.

he shuffles his feet

nervous.

"So would you, uhh..."

he glances left

at nothing in particular.

rocking on his feet,

hands stuffed in his pockets.

"i mean..."

he looks at you

stunning.

he's smiling.

hopeful.

"Do you like coffee?"

The March

i will walk until i feed the soil with my bones

and i will not stop for food or water

as i do not need these things for where i aim to go.

i will not look back at who i leave behind,

at who will age and crumble where they stand

as these statues do not line the halls of where i aim to rest.

the years will pass beneath my feet like dreams within my sleep,

and names will fade from faces and those faces to the distance.

of all the places they will haunt not one will be my thoughts. 

my soul will ware with each dessert crossed

leaving pieces of myself at every corner turned

until i walk on bruised and bloody heels leaving crimson prints behind.

the heat will bake my skin, the rain will wash the dust,

and this coat of skin hanging on these bones will fall;

i will be then just my core, only bones outside an empty husk

bones are brittle and will break, marrow staining resting rocks.

this last effigy will fail, falling forward with momentum

pointing in direction one last time at where i aim to go.

i will then be free.

Paper Mache Talk

She has dandelion hair

and when the wind blows

I already have my wish

All the clouds were crying

as stars fell from her dress

her roots grew bird houses for hollow skeletons,

shells to hold shells to hold promises made.

Her skin was polaroid 

tanned stained sepia toned

broken boned and dancing.

Empty quiver hunting trips

tangled in her own antlers

spider webs connecting dots 

of her scattered constellations.

Inside

Inside you

A melody

And if I press my ear

Against your chest

I can hear it sing

A sad song

A swan song

The final chorus

Of the angel inside you.