a naked woman.

a naked woman
i confine myself
his wife here
on the right
i am concerned
i lean outside again
suppose we got off that train
which is also a way of saying
a life gets built out of its resemblance to something else
i would've nailed the heart to heart
in an endless play of vowels and dissolution
nothing to add to this love
an excess taken back
if you cannot talk naked
there is nothing to say about it
the expectation of an entrance is simple
in these holes of my memory
space of indecision
you could see in the hallways the curling of smoke
see it running the risk of white
when i search the past for you
its just another april
almost morning
messy heart
just for the hell of it
oh manhattan
how we lay long on your orange bed
breathing beside me
stitched into my bones
a new way of appreciating has arrived
because by morning it will be gone
to chase the dream
get worn out
give up again
at that place where the land begins to taper
two or more lies are combined
breaking the air between wings beating
against an impossible choice
all that i am hangs by a thread tonight
i need you to remember to tell me
how i have learned to hear the spaces in between your voice
all i see are steps leading down into the water
a silhouette of this disappearing city
there are a thousand ways to escape a life
in the absence of sound and every word that you swallow
i need you remember to tell me
the shapes our bodies made as we slept
its only memory closing onto us
the same hope
the same wearing out
i need you to remember to tell me
its harder to kill harder still to love
you tempted me always to manifest my desire and finally it wore out
folds on your shirt lie like shadows
the body moves towards decay
i need you to remember to tell me
with those measuring eyes
i wasn't exactly forgiven
your tongue knows what it knows
no longer speaking
fatigue
regrets
we turn our backs and weary
weary we let down
the temptation to evacuate is stronger when no one is looking





soldier in the night.

baking immortality
between the thickness of clouds
and the fullness of a moon unexposed
the rain beats down softly against canvas
molded into steep siding woven thick in cord
steam rises high enough to reach air
and i take in one more breath
let my body reside and resonate with the idea of lapping ocean water
against seaweed
caressing deeper into my contours
ask me who i am
soldier in the night
against the beating of my heart and that fear of letting you in
i am not the woman you once knew
would you like to see again and then let me decide
if you are still the boy i knew
that soldier in the night
talking between smoke pierced lips
we all have to go to sleep sometime
we wake up to a new morning
and to the moon a little less full