she’ll take me in, and i’ll take her
from the inside, down through her knees
and these affections, the pleased,
the pleasing taking turns, we are
fitted where she will fill. i am
the begged and begging. She’s long
endured, met at blushed lips
tightened, delighted, to the effect.

…

Looking for where it won’t feel like home.
Where home is missing someone further,
where stranger walls lend their ear,
and blackened windows watch you to reflect.
Welcomed to a house of voiceless noises,
to midnight screams, to lover’s hot mess,
to her softened body. Neighbors fall asleep
we steal their good times.

Leaving home,
Building a house of careful maneuvers in the
path of wayward, darling hearts.

…

Someone left this paved
but I have not worn it well.
And she can be a destination
from a hole in the ground
to a flowing cement fortress of
hardened rivers on pylon stilts.
Here my soul becomes a city,
my city a point where she
rests her fevered eyes, once
again when it’s been too long.

…