Gravity

In your eyes and your touch,
My soul cries out
Burning,
You are a fire, burning,
At the tips of my fingers and tongue
Love
It was just a word before this,
Unconsecrated and faceless to the gods
Nameless to the world—
A world which goes only by names.
Here, you are singular, black,
Pure as darkness and nothingness,
Whole.
You consume me
With your lips; in your arms,
I am as frail as the brittle stems
Of dried flowers,
Autumn leaves.
Your mouth, circular, perfect
Kisses away the hours,
Beats back the days
Like the sun.
You are everything,
And I sigh:
Oh, Love,
It was just a word before this,
Just consonants and vowels
The bones of dead men’s ideals,
The hollow remains of passion
Strung up by sardonic connotation
And sin.
Once weightless, lawless,
Now the universe
Bends to the gravity of your voice.
Oh, Love;
They were just wordsUntil you spoke them.

I Wish You Were Here

There is a hole in my heart
Half as wide as the universe
And all the world is inside of me, empty, turning,
A lonely choir of voices,
Faceless, crying out.
Days pass so slowly. Hours, slower.
I miss your lips on mine
It is so easy to forget I am alive
When I'm without you