seulement moi

Saturday, January 4, 2014


who is she

entering this house of Aphrodite?

flooding in through bars

and barricades of steel heart shaped locks

who invited you in?

explain yourself to me, stranger


trickling with her shredded cloak like a spectre from the darkest ocean

separating your skin from my skin

floating expressionless like a phantom from the past

unseeing eyes cast into nowhere

every icicle shard of her clothing tearing another unwanted emotion from my skin:

making our skin feel different


and I don’t know why



breathe slowly.

rest your heart.

and just let her pass