your colors

Blue you
Grey you
It’s never the same story
Pink you
Green you
Kiss my ribcage away
Swallow the memory of the
Yellow you
Red you
Bruises fade
My cells hold count
But my mind slips away
White you
Black you
Crawling under my sheets
Whispering in my ear
The darker you
The darkest you
I’m lost
We’re lost
Reality is lost


The moon

The moon talked to me last night
I couldn’t hear her voice well
She spoke of a laundromat
An empty street on a summer’s night
I read Baldwin in a tiny Japanese house
In a tiny bedroom
I smoked minted cigarettes on the balcony
And ate rice balls at 2 A.M.
The moon talked to me every night
Back then
Now I law below a flowered ceiling
The wine went to my head
And the moon speaks to me again
She speaks of laundromats
I guess
She forgot your name.

you and i

i sang for you between white trees
i whispered secrets to the snow
somewhere at the other end of the world
a Mountain still holds the secret of my love
buried under the ice
forever dipped in wonder
and nothingness