Monday, June 27, 2022

I told the sky and the sea
my secrets
but they whispered them to the wind

Sunday, June 26, 2022

desire
ink like tears
stain the page

the salt on your skin
imagined

in my defence
the ink ejaculates

I cannot swim through the darkness

I am blind

the tentacles suffocate me

she escapes
she is forever out of reach

the ink pixilates and dissolves
washed away in the storm

light pierces the sea to a depth

on the beach I breathe

I do not write this in ink
it is merely electrons

on the screen
then in the cloud

she escapes
she is forever out of reach

starlight
the sun

I burn in her presence
I burn in the cold without her

sleep Leviathan
let Andromeda be
I am not Perseus
you deserve your hero

I am cast on the beach
and in my solitude, my solace
is to listen to the waves

I write your name in sand

Saturday, June 11, 2022

reading Nikita Gill's twitter feed, full of poems, and
suddenly crying
I had to stop
too much
too much for my naked heart
I didn't even reach the beginning of June
just a few days

too much
too much
love