Your Vengeance

it is worse when I find
the poems you wrote for me

all the beautiful words
pile
one
over
the
other
like
bricks
in my throat

you cradled
all my limbs in prose
the hollow of my
knees, elbows, neck

there

verse
after
verse

oh,
how terrible
to find this
all on my own.

When You Were Mercury

first time I ever saw you
standing a brave six feet tall
with those eyes of yours
too confused to be green or blue
and thin lips that curl
into a faint smirk
all my thorns sprouted arms.
I wanted to smother you,
suffocate you under my thumb,
pull you apart rib by rib
and rebuild you
until you were all mine.

Him. - Always.

the way you sleep
- one arm beneath the pillow
left leg curled around my own
nose
to
nose
with me
as if you are waiting
for me to open my eyes
half way through the night
and see
what we've both been dying to find
since we began.

even in your sleep
you carry hope
for us.

Lament

you've become nothing
a spiderweb memory
and i still love you