will you dance with me
among the headstones
on the night I can be flesh
Will you make love to me
in the moonlight
so I can remember
what it was like
before I return to the mist?

I remember when
I could walk in the sun
feel its heat on my skin
your hands on my body
your mouth on mine
your teeth
the pain
then exquisite death.

I don’t blame you
I knew what you were
I knew the danger
I came to you
knowing I would
be devoured completely
and welcomed it



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Amherst Writing Workshop 1

From the Amherst Writing Workshop I participated in in 2019. Originally published on my old blog on July 3, 2019.

What matters, then…

What matters, then

is the words on the paper.

The ink from the pen.

The white spaces between the dark lines.

What matters is the meaning.

The good. The bad.

The unconsciousness calling out to be heard.

What matters, then is the sound

of your own voice

reading the words inside your head.

The ambiguity of the ideas

that spring forth.

What matters then, is the idea.

The thought.

The feeling.

The words imbued in yourself.

In your knowing of life

and God and the Universe.

You move through the spaces

of the world like words

on a page

Ink in the pen

flowing out of the tip to mark

the worldpage and let it know

you were here.

Your breath stirs the winds of change

when you speak of injustice, of hope, of fear

or love

Your feet move like planets

around a sun, a path that consists of

light and dark

hope and heartbreak

Hate and regret

Like a fish out of water

you gasp for air

for validation

for company to ease the loneliness

What matters, then is that

are not alone

Your loneliness is of your own making

You can validate yourself

No one can do that for you

Just breathe

What matters, then is that heartbreak

is just as important as hope

Hate is just as important as love

injustice is as important as justice

There can be no light without dark

What matters, then is everything.