[Also called, Letter for the Fire-Roller]



Darling, Kiss my bruises and know that you
put them there. . and blink on the hesitant scream of my fingertips on your lips.
Feel my skin brush sympathetic and taste the blood as
it fills every empty space...


Lover, we are amazing.
Twirling on the sweet seduction,
allowing it to grace us and spread...
Cancerous Love- corroding, melting.
Aging pure in the sunset-sexed youth,
Let us be, my sweet.. . .


Midnight serenades us underneath the trip,
below the dome of burns. .
our own sky- born filled with
our own stars. .
This place is ours. . ours.
Our flesh pierces like porcelain,
perfect-against the rising rush of darkness.
We watch ourselves, caught in the black & white
photographs.. every moment snaps from my hands
and I know, we will remember.. .


Now it is morning, sun cracks on the splintered spines..
Rising to heat the cool lips you burn by.
We're on a stage now.
Swaying by, swaying by. ..
Time gets us.


Our days are crawling,
half dead and rotted.
Craving us..
Baby, they all want us.

They all want us tonight
[they never will, I am a liar]


We're nothing next to eachother..
Somewhere- I threw them all away to wake with you
someday. .
But will that day ever be?
If it comes-
I will be blanketed in to the sunrise by bleach-born lies..
and each kiss would taste sweet,
but of bitter return. the regret.
You are beautiful.
You are regret.


Sweetness- Why did I speak to you that day?
and when you cried to me on a dead drunk
street gutter-
Why did I kiss you?
It only promised you I was real, it only made me there.

When you were broken into plastic parts,
slices of body and heart,
thrown away..
Why did I mend you together, forever spinning. .using
my own soul as fragile thread?

And my fear- Why won't you take that away?


This hour is sad, like every recent day.


My heart is ink, sunshine.
I pour it out in pints to release what I thought I had, and get lost in my new found mind..
[Everyday I write it out]
Wishing sometimes that I couldn't feel that windless whisper behind my neck,
your shallow tongue,
fingers dazing my lungs. .
.you.
Every minute there is revolution
Every minute we trip through frantic wars


Sing to me, light..
For you tear apart each day. .
make me wordless and desert me until I am
no more than wastelands met..
Proclaiming love, dancing on glass tabletops with
sliced up stilettos-
you make me weak.
Trembling like wooden dolls-
kissing eachother chinese cheeked.


You are perfect injury,
a seductive scratch on my canvas.
Taste the metallic rip chord,
and for once . . know yourself.
Isn't it sweeter than them?


[I want to be what causes you to desert the beautiful]

Open your arms, and open your heart-
I'll be what takes you away
tonight.. . .