My own personal place beneath the white, above the blue.

The grizzling skies,
Above night time highs,
Our blues seem to blow out.

We are small bones,
Fragile and raw,
Together in piles.

I look at you like you are fire,
And you spread a burn with the smile,
But Iam only a haze in the brown.

& Together  we come together apart
As we scatter with gusts
Yet still toddlers we return 
As  body's sigh and give in
Like admitting defeat
To a heaven that is tangible, collective, and within. 

Bite you carnivore

Bite you carnivore 
Go on dig in
Taste me,
Treat me,
Rip me,
Sear me,
For you are not a speaker,
But a bringer to me
You tear your wounds,
Then soothe my marks,
Pull out your flashlight for all to see.

Your proud work
And your glinting smile
Makes me wither.
I am your flower, oh yes
I surrender to what you are.

And through your sharp roughness a crowd gathers,
They wrap around me and bite away at you,
Even from afar like a snake slithering in its tree
Send down a hiss. 
Return you from me.

I find as I sit here
Often 
And scrawl these words,
I feel as though I am an antelope who sees from the side instead of
A front
Eyes set looking
I still am out for your hunt. 

In between your mid brown eyes,
Are circles with
Colours, swirling wide
Sounds that make us come alive. 

A quick one, but it's for you.

Write from words of happiness
As they send deep cuts through your heart
And seal up your lips
Reach out
With hope of reaching towards a spark

Inside your head,
Is a disco light,
And it beams out 
As you, take your heart along with you
And dance endless through a time like a night. 

What to know

I have known
From the curve of your lip into its smirk
The taint of a cheek turned warm.
Feelings with no description.

Times when feelings burned,
As your leg,
Slowly,  softly
Touched mine
And we shook our palms, 
As if agreeing to
Stand each other 
For as long as humanely possible,
Without falling into this pit of despaired love

And lust you say,
Is what got us nowhere 
And as I look outside,
And walk into a pillar of snow
I kick my leg
As if digging
For a visual view
Of something we both surely once knew, and so well.