everything is dripping here
(you know)

(steady)
like my cunt
like the clouds
but just the ceiling
sagging steady
and i could be crushed here
an end
in a bathtub
as romantic as i’ve always pictured
ribs stuck with
drywall wood
caved dust
crushed

and i could be somewhere
tropical

(i’m sweating round my neck)
i’ve got curls
forming round
my skin
and i could be a desert
(i’ve been one before)
all sweaty Saharan cold night swan song
and i could be a desert
and i’m just in my alley home
(curled up under sagging)
and i’ve got beer here
and i’ve got tea
i’ve got enough (to keep) me
and this is an incessant blossom
(clementines & coyotes)
and it hardly ever rains here
and I hardly ever reek (weep)

but i am sweating trainwrecks
i am swallowing
road side bombs
i am crushed
under
lamp post kisses
and i am gusto here
all hopeful coming stories
dripping salt
like it’s mine
like i’m not my alley hole
and i’ve got beer here
and i’ve got lost glories
and i have tidepools at dawn
(crushed into my armpits)
i’ve for long dream kisses
and maternal demo derbies
and i’ve got no idea what
(the inside of)
the walls are dripping of
(i know i could)
cold-cleave
out their entrails
copper guts and aortic valves
and (then) i’d drip steady
steady
(like underground rivers – like secrets lockkey passageways).
(and i’ve got)
sweaty sweaty
(and i’ve got) frizzy
hair
(and i’ve got) areolas
like hot buttered
rum
like my stepfather’s
beer
and i could be on a plateau
(drinking tea on mesa mesa)
and i could
wear pjs
in the bathtub
and i could
be crushed
under the weight
of arctic snow-bath
under the weight of
thirty-thirty

and i’ve got no lover nowhere
(and i’ve got)
slowly slowly
and this could be in texas
and this is on the shore
and this is in my ruins
(dripping out my pores).

today i crave

today i crave heavy darkness and cool mint tea

today i crave heavy darkness unsalted
and cool mint tea

cool mint tea unsweetened and spaghetti thoughts of you
thoughts of you bending through my psyche and under my skin
warm vascular you warm my interior surfaces
the planes of my body
ablaze with your drunken desires
defeat those fireworks baby
they just crackle like you
like you like your fingertips
twisting at my elbows my hips my recesses
you pound into me the beat
of pulsating balance
of anxiety
of meat and potatoes
cold beer and hot sex
you know how to do it

all over the litter on the floor
the lowest plate on my back
bruised from you squishing
screwing your fingers
into my deepest recess
rightie tightie
left alone you unloosen me
now fucked out and careless
panties smeared with your taste
the sunlight is hotter
the sweet tease of the trees fresher

today i crave the way the radio is more true
my quiet meditations more wholly
more utterly fearlessly
humbled
i put my face to the ground
my butter in the heavens

melting like butter
she drops her graces onto me
mercies onto my bruise
this has so much to do with you
and yet last spring and this autumn it had everything to do with me
i know that
so you
and me
we’re riding sidesaddle through the boxes of the days to October’s first dawn
it’s then that on the overlook
on the precipice as you say
in the drizzle of careless yesterdays
we may share on full real deal kiss on liponmylips
that smacks of November of even December

but its Tuesday and i get ahead of myself

right now it’s you over there

me: spaghetti thoughts and daily cravings here
twisting thoughts of you in the winds of my mind
you sway
this way and that
chiming in and out of focus
if it weren’t for the butter
the heat
the grace

of every moment
we may not notice that divinity is whispering herself hoarse at my shoulder
scraping her teeth against my fingertips
she’s here and when i’m not
occupied by you
laid siege to by my incessant you
wavering
tripping though my winds
i’m obsessed with her foreverness
her constancy
perhaps that’s all we mean by divinity
that which we know to be there
to be there and ever-changing

you think i’m a genius and sometimes i think you’re a mess
in my eyes we have a lot in common
a lot more common than our locking horns
and beating the hard dirt with our hooves
rather beating into each others’ softness
til we’re a little stronger again

so again
i don’t write
i just crave
love poems
wistful letterbox hearts
birdhouses of you swaying in the branches
through my winds
nests of you dropping from my limbs
snarled twigs resting in my creviced places
let’s just find each other therelet’s unwind the pieces of twine knotted into our fingers
let’s drop our dried yellow leaves
press blossoms out our lips
trip roots through the earth and for the sake of goodness

drink cool mint tea
drink cool mint tea with me today
for i crave
the heavy dark shade of your limbs
the sweet spaghetti strings of our conversations
and the cool divine restlessness
of all of this