things i said to a stranger.

the night that i leave you, 

earthquakes will shake great cities, 

showers of sweet water that carry the essence of my bosom

will wash away every theory you ever had of me

and every memory of any past companions you thought to be true. 

the very syllable of my name will flood your mouth,

wet your tongue and, roll off your lips changing your speech.

have you speaking in languages not yet created. 

the night that i leave you there will be a shooting star on every midnight,

and each one will have been named after you and i.

children will read about us in their history books, 

mortals will will try to be us. 

the night that i leave you we will have changed lives into poetry, 

and poetry into scripts,

and scripts into religion. 

the night that i leave you will be the end of the world. 

25th hour.

a sweet whisper on the 25th hour — devour,

the kisses that land ever so sweetly
on every peak and shallow of my being
you and i one room, its freeing — me
from my past present and future
plucking and deducting each atom belonging to me
a caress so sweet, the cradle of an angel,
flying us so high we have reached the heavens
landing amongst the stars 
using the dark night,
as our place of 
election,
connection,
i n t e r s e c t i o n 
most nights we watch the stars, 
but tonight the stars watch us

greek and roman gods envious of not being so worthy
because i feel as if i have died and come back again,
a rebirth of ecstasy, my fantasy, 
my bed, our clothes — shed.
like the tears that have escaped my eyes and dripped onto the sheets — i weep because, it feels so good.
neighbors green eyed with jealousy
because they wish they could
music escapes throughout the cracks and windows of the room
conduct me, 
instruct me,
i a m the instrument you play

i have escaped my fears 
and you have brought me to tears,
this forever i want to keep
fuck late nights and counting sheep. 
lets make this an all nighter
hold me tighter — i cannot f e e l any lighter

reaching my roots and changing my history this is a crime that will remain a mystery 
as to how you did it — but fuck it im with it 
because when i awake in the morning,
after this night of passion and power 
i will still remember your sweet loving on the 25th hour