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If you’d given me a month
I’d proven it to you.
Every part of you,
I know with perfect truth.
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Now, I want something
that I never had.
You’re not gone, but
you’re missing from my bed.
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Your hands, your lips, your heart.
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I miss every piece of you...
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Fire Never Lasts

To something beyond pain,
the yearn that tears apart
all sense of hoping wonder.
Pandora's box within your
chest is the thing which
your heart beats against.
There is a slow burn,
a purification when passing
through the atmosphere
the comet for a moment
is bright and alive.
Fire never lasts.
Passion brings pain,
its ashes fallout that
infect the soul.

Oort Cloud Diamonds

If you had betrayed me
this wouldn’t have hurt.
Your silence is consent
to harm, withholding
closure and everything
you said you wanted
that I could give you.
I lived a month with
a few stolen hours
I sacrificed for.
Why not years, and
stealing all time?
My heart would gather
the diamonds in
the Oort cloud
in all the thousands of light years
it would take to have them
if I knew I could steal more time
with you.

Changes

Something of late in a changed smile,
half-hearted emotions, and a list of pills
that can cure you. It all rains down,
a hurricane of thoughts in your head.

We're missing verbs and nouns,
all the comprehensible parts
of life and speech and reality.
But, we have changes still.
To bring us pain,
to break us down.

The Runes On Your Iris

We finally made our bed
but, couldn't sleep in it.
I guess we never sleep,
anyway.

You asked for the future,
I only read your past like
something written in your
face, on your cock.

I am not in your dreams,
like I am only able to see
my love bursting, old friend's
parents dying in my dreams.

What does this mean?
The Fish and the Whale
circling 'round each other
looking for a way to stop.

I'll never tell what I saw
in your eyes one Sunday.
I could read your future
with the runes on your iris.

Poppy Fields

Bees upon the buds
I wonder if insects
feel the ecstasy of
opium in their veins.
Forget the slights of
blood and old loves.
All I want is simple
existence, dreaming
of the easy to attain.
Give me something
to help me forget.
Like the bees in
giant poppy fields.

Ancient Things/You Are Modern Art

I've studied old things
so much of the past I
know nothing of the present.
If your body was a ruin
I'd know every part of it.
Instead, with the modern
art in your chest hair
I've got new things to learn.

Ancient humans, their songs,
their buildings, their art I've
seen everything that's left.
But, you are something,
another way to erase addictions,
a thunder storm freeing ions.

Something quantum in your gaze
says I do not know where we
are headed, and history may
not repeat like a book written.