1   Disparateness
Leaving you
I’ve found
rounds me out more
than staying
and screaming till I’m hollow
enough
to be refilled

2   w/e
This circling
is.
a rupture of self and
I
am becoming an ”us” again
and
it
puts me off
balance.
However comforted.

3 Flame

I used to shatter like spent cigarettes on the pavement at your sparkler smile.

Now I just enjoy the burn.

#4

Your face
and
the sea
catch my throat-
intersect in the
space
between my heartbeats
rendering me. sending me spinning.
contemplating
the curve of your mouth
on mine
(not that I’ve fallen into that valley before)…
yet?)
and sometimes…
I spend sometimes studying your eyes (given to pinning me down) or your hands (but not here) or
That
which makes up what it is about you
intoxicating and
That
you know…
or maybe you don’t
that.
That. It. Yourself.

…but you see more than craving
the taste of that curved mouth-that fierce gaze-that, more than
That.-
it is the curiosity
That
kills me.
The wondering
wandering
heart of me.