Bright Blue 

follow my
lines
curve of my
hips

thin gold silver
light
bounces off
thighs

glitter sheen
sparkle
curve of your
lips

swimming over
underneath
waves in your
eyes

flesh on flesh
feel of
your shoulders
against mine

cut into me
like the sun
through the
blinds

at dawn
you are cool
as morning
dew

hands float
down my
back
bone

lips on my
neck
color of
you

bright bright blue

leave me
at sunrise
but never
alone

bright blue

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The Last Time

your hair blew curls
into the wind
when you looked
with chestnut eyes
straight into mine
and lied

i knew the lines
in your face
moved with mine
you fooled us both
i cut the ties

cared about your life
more than mine
but you always had
those
dead
black
eyes

I was Seven When She Loved Me

My mother sits outside with our neighbor, drinking red wine, mingling with the starry sky. I run, barefoot and fast, into the night. She is at ease while we live in Sayreville. I’m not sure if it’s the wine or the sound of the cicadas. In the summer, my mother is free. As am I, being a child, playing with the earth. 

Years later, we become shackled. Far apart, but stuck together with tree sap. 

Astrology

once, in the morning
I woke up next to the
green
                       nautical

                star
on your left shoulder
I thought about the constellations
what brought us                    here
you, to me

the Lion and the Fish
I am your prey, content
you
                        snatched me
with your paw
out of the rushed river bend
and swallowed me
whole

inside your insides
it is purple
and swollen
                             air
doesn’t seep in
because you hold your breath
because you
    drown

I thought about what happens
when the Lion falls into water
              sinking
                 to
                the
              bottom
or floating, flailing its monstrous paws
crying for help
just for a full stomach
a full heart