So this started out as something about my boyfriend, and it kind of became something to my boyfriend (which is not the same thing as being about :P).

I don't usually write poetry, but hopefully this doesn't suck. No one reads my stuff on here, anyway. lol

I'll just stick it in here so you don't have to download it.

I

I pour love into you
Filling the cracks

II

My dreams: old cinema
Color seeps away
Trench coats and shining eyes
Clutching our breasts
Under raining skies

It’s very romantic
Deconstructed, it might mean
I love ideas

III

Dear Christian,
In (variable) time between our words
And the (many) miles between our persons
I place tumor-thoughts (these are negative thoughts phrased poetically—it may sound kind of silly)

(Can’t poetry be silly?)
(You aren’t silly enough)
(You need to smile)

I envy your fragments (sometimes)
They prick my palms and fingers
Tearing
Little cuts drooling blood

IV

My walls are reddish brown.
My floor is wood with a multi-colored rug over that.
The rug’s colors are dark.
Two beige couches.
A third couch, dark red, with an ottoman.
I watch from inside my house
Through the five windows in my living room
Pressed together: one window with five divisions
The winds spinning
In miniature cyclones
Down sidewalks
Carrying red leaves

V

I pour love into you
Filling your skin case and heart

VI

My Grandma Ruby
Doesn’t care if she lives
Or dies

She told me that herself
She said:
“That’s my husband, Dave. He’s dead.
“That’s my son, Steve. And he’s dead too.
“And I’m gonna die soon. But I don’t care.”

VII

A man slouched in a wheelchair
Pulling his ribcage apart
For his son to see

VIII

After sex
I appreciate your distance
More than any other time

IX

Have you ever seen
That photo of the two lovers
I think it was in Bombay

Skeletons, they cradled each other

In their final moments
They knew embrace

X

I trace the rim of a volcano
Holding my arms out
Leaning towards the lava
Testing balance
And the will
To resist chasing you into hell