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Our lives

Are chalkmarks beneath rain

But tonight, I am flushed

With a grand, primal heat

And the perspiration beads

On my skin

I can taste the static on your tongue

And my hands are strong

Enough to tear your clothes

From you

And I would, out here,

Show you as the lightning illuminates

And the thunder drowns out

Your gasps

Against the tree

Bark scratching against the backs of your thighs

Lifted and impaled onto me

Or in the long grass

Wrestling until we’re a tight pulsing

Knot that can only be untied

By the oblivion of release

Leave the flowers in your hair

Play the virgin ingenue

Fresh and beautiful

And I will ravish the darkness

From your bones

Tell me all the filthy fucking things

You would have me do to you

Out here

Without shame to stay your tongue

The gloss smeared across your cheek

Eyeliner running like crow’s wings to

Your temples

Your hair in my fist

Because I have forgotten

How to be gentle right now

You stole it from me

With your beauty

It is not a crime

To have you out here

Soaked to the skin

And barely feeling




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teeming with implicit static

every cell singing the same song

the rain falls like

a benediction

lifting my face to the sky

willing it to come

my nerves are an orchestra

waiting for the wave of the baton

here, i am alive

the dog comes in

for shelter

but it’s excitement is mine

mingled with fear

who would be brave enough

to come along with me?

because this,

this is how i love

and when they shut

the door

close the curtains

turn up the television

letting it’s bland burps

soothe them

i am outside,




witness to the moments

where i see myself

reflected in the rumble

illuminated by the slash

of electricity against

the sky