I hold your heart
up to the moon
with red palms
and eyes
like two egg yolks.
Everything
in this world is soft,
even the stones
we pass between us.
–
Our hearts
still hold sadness as a virtue.
When I sink into your depths
I hold my breath
and let you fill me
like a ghost
with your vacuous longing.
We fathom only
those parts that we can fathom.
–
My love is unwieldy,
it is a meteor
splitting the void of space
into segments of fire and ice.
When our bodies touch
I forget that we have endings.
There is only the knowledge
of our sameness,
of our coupling and uncoupling.
–
Your absence makes me ache.
You are my limbs,
my core,
my brittle, black roots.
When you go
I am reduced
to a third of a person.
Loneliness
must feel
very much
like being eaten.
–
My head is full of thieves,
their cravings, their blood-thirst.
Their burnt fingertips
clutch my spine
as though it were a sword.
This is how I became
two people,
a woman to adore
and another woman
bitter as a gourd
and hollow on the inside.
–
I reach into your mouth,
my serpent-tongue,
the forbidden knowledge
that tells us how to live
in order to really love another.
It feels impossible
to change a belief
into a home.
Sometimes
all we know of home
is the door
which marks
our passage.
–
In me the demons
still crowd together.
You could say that my corners
are screaming.
You could say that my walls
are wet and guilty.
You could say that
I understand life
only in relation
to suffering
and that when I love
I suffer for the sake
of maintaining
a certain degree of fragility.
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