October has been so uncharacteristically warm
on this blueblack night
tangled in reeds
and blankets on the beach,
salt spray and moon milk pouring over us;
fall from our mouths
as easily as the wine flows in;
punctuated by tannic kisses.
You said you wanted someone to make you feel alive,
I wont apologize
for setting you on fire.
He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’
and everything I don’t.
I go through phases—
like the moon;
I think our love
I don’t want to get to know you,
I just want to stroke your shadow;
let your darkness slip through my fingertips like black silk,
until I have you— wrapped around
my little finger.
I have a dream catcher
in my room.
They say they take your nightmares away.
I hung it
on the wall.
So what I really want to know is,
why the fuck
are you still here?
I lost myself in you;
Buttons in the bottom of a boot
Bouncing into rubber walls,
Getting stepped on.
I drink water
because wine isn’t cheap.
I sleep with you
because neither is therapy.
I press hot fingernails into flesh,
my red venom contrails on your spine.
You strum my softness nimbly—
I guess that’s why they call it