Prurient

Feed me your lust
and I will feed you mine,
we can beautifully overdose
on one another...

your heart

I won’t ask the universe of you,
just a little corner in your heart
where I can lay my head
when this world tires me.

gravitation

I want to know you...
whether you’re afraid
of sharks
or spiders,
death or love.

I want to know
if it’s grammatical errors
that drive you crazy
or the people correcting them,
if you’re more comfortable
shaking sand out of your hair
or snow,
if you prefer coffee or tea,
bars or board game nights.

I want to know which of your friends
you’ve cried in front of,
if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk 
out of your nose,
or kissed someone
you weren’t supposed to.

I want to know you.

The you
beneath the layer of
small talk,
always kept shined
and smudgeless...

I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

the challenge

I’d like to think that
I’m too old for enemies...
that the only hate
left in my heart
is a small smudge of gray.
But some days,
I can feel the pettiness
climbing back up my spine,
sinking its talons into
my shoulder blades
as it leans down
and whispers in my ear:
don’t you want to win?

boundless

I get homesick
for places
that aren’t
my home...