The door swung inward and there you stood, with your head cocked to the side and a smile in your eyes that swam through every inch of my body.  As I moved through the doorway and into the house, your scent rolled over my head in a wave; its intensity that made me feel drunk with longing.  You were radiant, barefoot and silent and back-lit like a ( Read more... )

As the laughter took you (your body helpless to it and falling in on itself) you looked like a flower with petals too heavy to hold up, smiling and shaking your curls.  I couldn't help but want to reach out for you, lay my palm against the bend of your jaw, and see the joy in your eyes closer up.

"...Being in love is something that I will never feel again.  I traded that magic for pragmatism; for adult notions: worrying about 401Ks, picking the right dog food, and if there is enough air in the car tires.  Double checking that the stove is off before I leave the house. Guarding against bounced checks, dead smoke-detector batteries, clogged ( Read more... )

Hold onto your secrets with greedy fingers and when your joints tire, let those secrets roll over you like waves of nausea.  Throw your hands over your mouth, pay no attention to their desperate lunges against your cheeks, and avoid setting your secrets loose in the wilderness.  If released into the world, they will starve to death without the ( Read more... )

Samson ( Read more... )

That I was capable of cruelties and you loved me not in spite of it, but because of it.  You can’t suddenly pretend that my sharp-toothed words were never a thing of beauty, or that Back Then I was not the creature I am now.

I've always been this same snarling girl-lion with light in her eyes.

The first time we had a conversation about my degree in religion, your features gathered themselves into a look both perplexed and troubled. But why? you asked me. But you’re not a believer. But there is no God or power in prayer or hellfire and you know it.

Look, I said, this is true, but it is irrelevant. We both study the heavens. You look to the ( Read more... )

The universe doesn't care whether you've spoken or kept silent.  It drowns out our din with its still-hot infant planets and the slow death of white dwarfs.  Aloof neutrinos pass indifferently between the protons of our bodies, between molecules of blue ink, between the thickened skin of scars.  Memory is just a bit of energy in transit, to live or ( Read more... )

You appeared in front of me and without looking up, I wrapped my fingers around you, drew your soft, fragrant flesh across my cheek, put you to my lips, but never bit down ( Read more... )

I've burned all my bridges in Boston ( Read more... )