Blackened

On the edge of the sea
so deep and blue
Like everything and nothing
like your words and how I read them
Like your wandering eyes,
away from me that is,
until I'm adorned
Adorned in extravagance
then I'm "beautiful"
I found you in the darkness
and that's where we stayed
Stuck in the shadows of after midnight,
tangled up in each other not wanting to let go
Or so it felt
The soft light of morning touched my skin
and now I'm toxic
So until the sun sets again...

space

Like the sky,
or my bed
Space between
you and me
Sometimes so close
and touching
Sometimes I
do not know
where you are
Press yourself against me
and stay,
finally stay.

burned

What a peculiar thing
it is to feel
To brush up against
shards of stuff that
hurts much more than
glass
Then sanded off
by warm silk
Smoothed in all
the right places
What a peculiar thing
it is to feel
a burn that is cold
Smoldering on inside
with only one extinguisher
Why are my hands
always in the fire.