Sweetest Intimacy

Would you let me

Place my tender hands

On your warm chest

So I could cut you open

With a blunt scalpel

And let my fingers flow

Against your insides

That slippery sensation

Of panicking blood

Against this living flesh

Crushing the oxygen

Tracing lines around your

Lungs like star signs

Of a sky trapped behind

An ivory cage—spare

Me a rib or a vein or two

As my hands shall be

Exploring you way further

Find organs to suture

Or prod you into laughter

Are you ticklish here?

On your stomach, in your

Punctured diaphragm

No need to ask if you have

Got the guts, but don’t

Be heartless, I’ll miss your

Larynx for that chuckle

All before I stain your neck

With the red of your

Slowing aorta, and set you

Free with a final gasp

And just one gentle little snap.

Paradise Under the Moonlight

In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she’d fly…

~*~

Into the dark

Where no marks trace elegant

Soft shafts

Of moon past starry eye scant

I didn’t expect

The glitter dancing on my skin

But I love how

They twirl and glow among kin

Wind chimes

I lost myself in the paper garden

In the closet

And I will explore it all over again

The crevasse

Of the blood red moon convolute

It’s so beautiful

Like a melody on a bamboo flute

This planet, it’s

Merely spinning, never breathing

And it’s time to

Remove the blindfold of oxygen

I can’t fly with

Gravity ripping all my hope apart

I can’t swim in

Sulphur seas and broken hearts

So instead I’ll

Wear the colours on my sleeves

And leap out

From the mirror’s edge to leave

I will run away

For another chance at paradise

Don’t find me

‘Cause you can only enter twice.

~*~

And dreamed of
Para, para, paradise
Para, para, paradise
Para, para, paradise
Every time she closed her eyes…