they survived us

funnily enough, we knew when enough
was enough. an oddly matched
matchbox, a sudden flame.
they survived us, they survived us, they survived
despite the bloody nights
and crying over versace shoes
they burned longer
and we burned out
while i burn paraffin oil, pore
over another man's pores, not thinking
of you, nightmaring of him.
they survived us, goddammit
even though i thought i knew
that love was something calmer and
warmer. in the city, with no seasons
and many bridges, with unwanted jobs
scabbing over your scapulae
where there used to be wings
they are surviving on cheap wine, silky
blackout selfie nights.
and of course we knew
when enough was enough
which is in itself an act of love
but when the hitter is happier
and the bruised one is lonely
it seems unfair that they got to survive.

cologne

those halloween tremors

those soul-echoes

touching me, button to back

you do what the best can do

which is smile

and wait for nothing

to blow away the ghosts

petit finale

we are nighttime creatures, sold
on the promise
of daylight joy
signing papers
and earning wages
to be
spend on fruits and wine.

royal mountain

coucou toi, you say
dipping me in winter before its time.
when you are gone, truly,
i will be so happy for you
for the sun,
for the satisfaction, for the many skins
and the many stems and the many hearts
that you will inevitably touch. for
now, a touch of sad when i wake
a few short breaths while i walk to work
the melancholy of autumn
mixed with the beauty of speed.

closets

fumbled cash into
the tip jar
satisfied with wasted dimes
stealing glances at windy roads
gusts, guests, gusto
a log cabin and a fire
illogically coinciding and hoping
the latter does not consume the first.
do you remember
when words were uttered
not about boys?

autumnal

so prepared to fall
that i have missed a meeting or two
forgotten a friend or so
looking at leaves and smiling at you
thinking of the fireside night
with wine and unseemly confessions,
you, my lover who has loved my lover
curled up with me, happy as a cat;
i will touch you until the sun goes down.

framing effects

if i look out of my window
i can see twelve windows
looking back at mine.