a poem
i’d spend a million lives
lighting myself on fire
if i could be the reason
for the spark in your eyes
a poem
there is nothing
in this world that is
stolen as quickly,
hidden as safely,
or buried as deeply
as the idea of freedom.
a poem
when lightning strikes
you will think of us
and how
electrifying it was
to love me.
as you run your hands up
to meet my breasts
and press your lips onto
the spot i have been helplessly
aching for you to touch
my back arches against my will
and you look up from my quivering
lower half and ask,
do i meet your expectations
my body melts at his words as if to say,
you have exceeded them, my love
A villanelle-like poem.
My ears bleed from the siren of your absence
my heart beats the saddest melody
Whatever the gods may be, I know they punish me
When you seep your way into my dreams
Pain is known to have many faces —
yours is all of them
my heart beats the saddest melody
Perhaps Sophocles once felt then as I do now:
Alone and in love with all things unbearable
