Discretionary Love

I spent hours in my room In the dark, softly whispering My heart cracking and breaking I wanted to be wanted I wanted to be

If you looked for me, you would find me crumpled, in the darkest corners of a house like my home, but with the furniture moved,

I no longer remember the sighs when we made love, the tears afterward, cars squealing in the street scattering pedestrians like insects, nor do I

I kissed her hands the way you’d pray to God – gently, in awe of the presence in front of you. A benediction more than

In heated flesh and wine-stained breath I see your grandad lines. Our future lies between the sheets, where authored dreams trail down my neck, splodged

We dance more together than I do on my own, now. Your kisses are wet and we find magic in unexpected places, together and alone.

             Her face doesn’t look like mum’s—         painted, puffed, pumped with chemicals.        

My bruises ripple like the permafrost atop the Sierra’s.  I’m eroding with eons.  I’ve become something barely traversable, a name you can wend through, a

She sang in the sunshine, absorbing new love like a hungry sponge, as she roamed deserted aisles, hinting of old polish and time, listening to