Atelier Flight

sunburnt hangovers

Posted on June 11, 2017

Sunburnt hangovers
remind me of you,
to love in excess,
ignoring all warnings,
for our well-being,
to allow an unconstrained,
even if temporary, love
to burn with no limits,
just like
the sun’s UV tongue rays
leaving red lick wounds
on our bodies,
the drunken sun
takes body shots off of us,
and all we do is laugh
and hold hands.
We would torch
more than our bodies
for moments together.
Sunburnt hangovers
remind me of you.

embrace

Posted on June 10, 2017

It really was your embrace
that I missed,
like words
held within quotes,
it made me feel
like I belonged to someone.

lakeside

Posted on June 6, 2017

In the lake of my sins

your reflection glistens.

The water ripples

as our past whispers

with a wet voice.

Our necks moist

with words.

You always manage

to take off your clothes

for a swim.

a sweet sight

Posted on June 5, 2017

Your eyes,

two reservoirs of honey,

I’m stuck in your gaze,

but always remember

that the bees are still

from that red beehive

called my heart.

Don’t forget

there is mutuality in love.

Don’t let beauty

break us.

Ghosts of Justice

Posted on June 5, 2017

Vengeance,

swiftly,

quietly,

quickly.

A ghost of justice,

by the time

you realize

what’s going on

you’ll be fitted

in a pair of concrete boots.

It’ll be

just you and me.

We’ll leave from a red shore,

and I will make sure

the tide of righteousness

takes you where you belong.

A ghost of justice,

you won’t see me,

you won’t know me,

I’ll hold your hand

during your final prayer.

endgame

Posted on June 1, 2017

Your love

wrote its suicide note

with lipstick on my heart’s mirror,

so when I self-reflect

its final words are all over me.

I finally found your love,

hanging in the basement of our dreams.

I got to clean this up now.

traffic

Posted on May 30, 2017

The words

race out of your mouth

like cars on a highway.

They crash into each other,

they crash into me,

they crash into my words.

The crashes are loud.

You don’t hear them,

but the silent noises erupt

and cause time to shake.

I can hear the metal crunching

in our verbal collisions.

Our love

is strapped into one of these sentences,

and these apology airbags

won’t help every time.

I wish you had a red light.

the red apple

Posted on May 29, 2017

Her heart

descended from Eden,

Eve’s red apple is alive

within her flesh branches,

bitten, broken, scarred.

No man has a chance,

but the sweetest apples

are always out of reach,

so I’ll keep rustling

her flesh branches

with my hungry hands,

and my slapping mouth.

I will carve my name

with my teeth

on the trunk of her body.

Her leg roots wrap around me,

I quench her,

pleasure blossoms,

I bring her Spring.

just smile

Posted on May 26, 2017

I wrap my bandage smile
tightly over my mouth,
but you see
the pain dripping down
the crooked wrapping,
you know the despair
that infects underneath,
you know my emotional necrosis,
the dead emotions
that rest in me like corpses,
that I drag from room to room,
my closest friends,
and you know the antidote,
but you still do nothing,
and all I can do is smile.

horses

Posted on May 22, 2017

I snap my darkness in half
and the horses of my imagination
rush out,
soaked in the blood
of my internal conflicts.
I comfort my beautiful beasts.

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