WrenEyes

I died a million times last night Then I woke and died again I lost months of pride In temptation of the skin And I am lost in selfishness Humanity oozes from every pore Humility scabs my stomach And putrid heresy defines my sores My composure has foreclosed In the familiar taste of your name I am taken by rotten obsession I am taken by the tame I left the sun some place I’m living in the night Yearning for a time When grotesque passion hit its height And when I was without you I ne’er felt a thing My lungs have now collapsed In the rekindling of spring

The time is passing slow And I need, I need I need to know To hear you Listening to me. Prima donna lies Shallow little ties Said no one saw “It” coming I can’t write With all the shouting From two boys Who won’t call me my name Cast in cold shadows My fingers fall off This grave you’ve dug me My love, it’s so soft. I thank the teeth That bite as I feed With greed Absent so far Together we woke And ate fruit under the tree Brown-eyes? I can’t feel a thing Brown eyes… I can’t see The time is passing fast And I know, I know I know it’s passed My life’s Done changing now.

Wake 2 AM I blink weary eyes I’m wearing your hoodie (nothing but) I slip into your car and lay my spent body against your shoulder I drift once more and open my eyes to the prominence of coffee beans and sugar. “Thank you,” I whisper. I stumble through my doorway. Stumble to my bed I was here all night, of course. And of course tomorrow I’ll be here all night, too Smelling of coffee beans and you.

Wake Surrounded by your scent, Hidden within my curves and crevices We’ve exchanged For tonight, The momentos of our bodies Just three hours before Skin rubbed against, burned against, Skin. Hands restrained, Because I am yours (And you are mine) The bed is moaning In ecstasy with us, It feels as if the world is with us, Experiencing with us, What I cannot see, But I know you’re doing Your hands running down muscles, (Carefully toned) Members of our body, (Stretched) And I feel you, I feel us, The universe, Everything. And, and, and… And we are turning from screams to whispers And I can smell you on me And I’m drifti

I lay in your crinkled sheets And appreciate the prominence of your Anatomy Skin like snow Freckled snow That bunches ‘round your eyes When you laugh (Intoxicating) And smooths when you’re satisfied. Hands, aged Like an artist Every twitch obvious Under clinging silk Ears drawn back Scared or angry, I’m not sure But to touch The asymmetrical perfection Is a favor reserved For moments like these. Rib cage corset To enclose your lovely lungs I’m lucid Finger tips make trails down your torso And trip to protruding hip bones The finest bones And I am surrounded by you Frames are missing in the motions When my hands gro

Weapon drops Muscle strain Putrid acid Clogging veins Head pounds Screams the same I surrender I surrender Barely breathing Acrid stares Sewage lust Body tears Sickly sores Swollen life I surrendered I surrendered

I want to disappear on dreary days Slip into the seams While staring at the sky, For hope Rays slip through cloud fractures And I go blind

A girl stomps on galaxies beneath broken shoes who she is I’m not so sure the clock says 3 maybe that’s okay we see puddle reflections she’s wearing this skin who she is I’m not so sure we are broken photos paper masks broken discs styrofoam we are everything I saw in you eroding explosions from fingernails 1 million miles on tricycles through icicles; deserts and I met her who she was I’m not so sure but I said it “You’ll be okay.”

I see you Hair just enough out of place To tell last night’s story If the street maps, roughly etched corners On your back Weren’t enough Your lips are chapped And your fair skin has been Handled ‘Till the lovely Delicate parts of you Turned red So I look at you and weep Because you were not in my bed last night Your body, perfectly blurred at the edges With fire skin Is not touching mine You are not mine YOU are not MINE But it’s okay I smile through tears As I cascade through wind Maybe they will tell you About the autopsy When they find the name Etched In the blue heart That never beat

A cross Made its way across my wrist “Why?” those who knew me, not quite well enough, asked. “Because It is a symbol for faith.” I do not have nor do I need Faith in a God to save me Rather, I need faith that one day I’ll wake up And realize I didn’t need her love In the first place