02 - determined to rise
in the darkest of caves
illuminated by night
i sought answers in your shape
you sought refuge in mine.
it was lust, masked as love
the highs, worth the lows
you were broken
mysterious
destructive
light.
as my body inched closer
a warning flashed red
but i was already
consumed
dripping in ache
volatile
combustible
a moth to your flames.
you breathed me in
the way i longed
to breathe myself
you played chess
on my skin
with the palm of your hand
no sense of where
you begin
where i end.
our bodies moved in rhythm
like experimental jazz
you traced my longing
until i begged for more
you tickled my throat
until i screamed
our energy
electric, chaotic
pristine.
we were on a quest
seeking divine
i was intoxicated by yours
you were enchanted by mine.
in the stillness of dusk
hungover in gray, obliterated in ashes
we searched for remains.
03 - for the man in the phone booth
Are we really that different?
Both hiding in ways that beg to be seen.
Repulsed, I do everything in my power
To avoid your gaze. I cross the street
Well before I need to and still look away
Just in case you could see the loathing
Steam out my eyelids, just in case you could
Feel my chest concave in utter disgust at the way
You live your life.
Now, the phone booth is empty. Now, where do
You live your life?