The street is lava

Folded around your body, unfolding Sheets and expectations I stretch my fingers to reach A tea cup, a curtain, your waist My bedroom is a wild kingdom It’s been a month since we started playing the street is lava The …

Fiançailles

Fragments de rêves
Perlent sur ta peau,
Temple de mes espoirs

Japan 31/8

Do you hear the clouds crack open
And the thunder pound against the mountains?

Do you fear lightning
As you run through puddles?

I am drunk
On the sound of cicadas
Dying on my doorstep
Rosegold jewels scattered on the asphalt
Is that what it feels like to grow old?

The skies have turned turquoise
And white
It just started to rain
I stop on the bridge and open my mouth
Wide
Towards the light,

The uproar

love thy neighbor

she eats a tomato salad
in a white chair
set on freshly cut grass

she says she loves people
like me
but she believes this indulgence is
a sin

she doesn’t take her sunglasses off

Chasing Sunsets (2014, re-edited)

Chasing sunsets
For the dark to never fall around me
Wrapping me in the sheets of all things left unsaid
I am trying
To touch the world in a new way
But I can only speak in past tenses

I feel old, love

I used to think I recognized your voice
But I know now I only heard my own
And the lines of your face feel
Drawn on
Like a figment of my imagination

Chasing sunsets
There’s no music to be faced
I guess I just need loneliness to be filled
With your colors