OXYMORON








I give him the time of day and
He makes all days look like night, Dark
A shade away from midnight
A mark away from bruised,
He is the dimmest brightest light
The coldest warmest air
That I both inhale and exhale
I hate and I love him
And it hurts all the same

LOST




We move lightly,
Slightly edging towards the edge,
One pill apiece etched to the tip of our tongues
Swallow on the count of ten,
Follow that look in your eyes as
They roll to the back of your head
And I see you as though you are see-through,
There's acid dissolving down your throat
Nonchalance in your heart
And a fire in your belly
Swelling like a bruise
Consuming you, consuming me
Mostly me,
We move lightly
Silently we explode