rouge kisses our skin
softly, leaving
no trace
of our former selves.
she melts into orange,
amber, butter yellow.
curves are lost yet celebrated,
worshipped
in this liquid fire.
falsehoods are no more -
all that is
is what we are:
young,
free,
and above all,
------------- rouge.


For Kalin.

dusk

white lace & the spooky streetlamps
casting hungry shadows upon your hollow face.
amber skin and silent conversation;
you're eating me alive.

girl meets boy

sugar ashes
black and white
remedies.
false alarms and fireflies.
sour flames, licking
feeding

can't understand a
w
o
r
d.
false alarms and tired cries,
fame-starved poet
eyes.