Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose looming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
On Doctor Who.
On Someday Marriage.
When you touch just my ankles, something sizzles
my hair, my lungs.
They tell us about chemistry,
but not about how it comes hand in hand with hunger
not how the shy of another body against yours
will loosen you into boneless
I can barely hold your hand without losing my voice,
God forbid our thighs brush, my cheeks will be wearing red for days
last night I dreamt of you and woke up, gasping
your name like a ghost on my lips
I wonder what will happen when you kiss me.
They’ll be finding my ashes in strange places for days.