In the galaxy given to the forest ( Read more... )

When I blink my eyes ( Read more... )

I sense a sequence of glaciers deteriorating within your swollen pupil ( Read more... )

The mass inside my left eye cleaves ( Read more... )

A mound of hot rock hardens in the lifeless system ( Read more... )

The street lamp slinks
through the open blinds
and tattoos my moon-skin
with tigerlight.

You hold me,
a wand of ice,
close to your volcano.

The criminal act of our first kiss
was a trespassing into a fiery jungle.
Now when I hurt you
the sun turns blood red
and I remember that cloud of black smoke,
how our thoughts burned down the trees.

ROMANIAN LOVE CHARMS PT. 3 ( Read more... )

Pale-tender ( Read more... )

The moon
is a claw,
a white talon that tangles

the strands of your secrets.
While you sleep, I unravel
your whispers

the strings
of a cut harp.

You become my poem,
its lyrics the password
to an erotic dream,
one name long.

Like a comet,
my desire is a song,

a coo through which the nightbird
inaugurates the moon with craters.

Bad news ( Read more... )