HOW COULD I BE THIS LIQUEFIED AND TRANSFERABLE WHEN I HAVE BEEN EMPTY ALL MY LIFE? — AND THERE IN HER EYES, YOU. AND IN YOUR EYES, HER. YOU GAVE HER A NAME AND I VANISHED INTO HER…
skin to skin I could feel us —the liquid beneath our feet, trampling into endless vacuum, bleak and emptied I barely recognise your bald cry, a far sea
distant and i am no longer you mother —you have arrived into
a morning song
you’re in between my eyelids / sneaking into my sleeps / slowly seeping light into my dreams — in days I am shallow and in love and careless / I breathe you alive into mornings
and let you in…
my insides seething my pieces fizz and i effervesce
I WRITE NAKED, IT’S FINE. IT’S A THING.
LIFE’S COLD AND BARE. ITS BEAUTY STRIPPED AND NUDE, WHY ARE YOU BEING A PRUDE?