mine sat in the rain last night.

if i used to have your number, please give it to me again. i must once again reconstruct my phone book.

::: sigh :::

bad for business

strings staccato
a purple flame
that does not burn
bodies jeweled in sweat
backs arched across centuries
desire with no when

like a wayward star
pulled bright-eyed into
the belly of the sun
i am drawn
i am icarus
melting and unashamed

tongues wet with poems
trading iambs in the dark

tell me what you want
i want you
tell me
i want you
a furious incantation
a potent spell
frantic breath
and searching mouths

bodies jeweled with kisses
tell me
the searchlight of the moon
say it
tangled in a timeless dance
sunrise halo and staccato strings
tell me
i burn sublime in this sweet thick moment
yes
bathe collarbones in reverent nibbles
yes
close my ribs around you
yes
a purple flame
will you?
will you?
yes

it is a promise
a mournful ballad perched in the throat
waiting for its wings
it is victory drums
beating red as the pulse of the sun
it is the poem poised daringly on my tongue
it is the echo in the floorboards after loving

i swallow words
like glass
force oaths back down
into my belly
it is the possibility of symphony sweet cello solos
arching lustful over flute
we falter
each fall more delicious and painful than the one before
bruises lay gently as petals
is it the beauty of the song that we choke?
a refrain blooming insistent in mouths
the halt and flutter
the stifled song