Supermoon romance

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I’ll stare at the moon

remember the vengeance

of a wanting ego.

I’ll lie on my back

in case the earth

pulls the ground

and discovers me.

I lost your grip

when you sent me to hell

but I came back

to give you what you never had.

it’s always more appealing

on the dark side

of love and lust.

it’s a tango with you

and I want you to lead

drive the car

tell me what to whisper

anticipate the deep intensity

of your poems

and heartaches. open the wounds

I’ll stitch them up.

I’ll tell you more lies

we’ll see who can lie better

from a quilted blanket

stain me with your blood

I’ll never regret my cosmos

or shots. You can make

all the world  shine brighter

by merely existing

anywhere in the world.

knowing you’re breathing

is enough

for me.

I’m here at all times

even when I’m not.

Tear me

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Tear me apart

rip me into pieces

throw me to the wind

and bury me with poems

no earth

no flowers

just words

in death

cover me with notes.

And this on the eve of your birthday

the time when you

left me for dead

at the steps of Aphrodite

swimming in a pool of ache.

C’mere and pull the covers off

stand tall next to my hips

and pour the earth

all over us.

I can take it all





in rhythms you’ve described

and found in dictionary meanings

it’s all been felt


from eras we once lived in

a thousand years ago.

remember my hues then?

they were just as devastating

for you.

Act 2

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Act 1

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I can be silent

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silence and I have a dance

we sway in and out of lanes

tapping our feet to our own ryrhmn

no one hears. we spill out extreme

parts of ourselves to random listeners.

the ones that don’t ask

any questions. didn’t you know

that curiosity killed the cat? i believe

in adages and saints. ‘Tis my foul

play and innocent coquettish way

of making men swerve their wheel.

i dropped my poems along your bank,

did you step on them?

guard them from the rain? or

disregard my blankets of faith?

i know how good girls go bad

and bad girls want to be good.

sirs and misters surround me

while i run to rivers to meet

my ocean. only 10 more months

until my poetry book is out

and I’ll be on coffee tables again.

bring the metaxa, bulleit bourbon

jack honey, it’s never been

the same

after the accident.

time to rewrite my latest novel

and get rid of all the I’s. all this love

in usb plugs astounds me

surprises me.

where are you?

I’m always waiting.

waiting for your


be gone feelings

and wait for

the silence to sit on my