hi, angus.

9th, 4th movement

and i will capture you
to save us because
your face near mine is
the closest that this
tired and poisoned spirit
will come to divinity

let us stay tucked far
from this world that
will only fray neat seams
eight limbs so in love that
they tangle and entwine
constantly, clothed and naked

two mouths, one breath
into your neck, your hair
everything i write now is
my adoration and thirst for
the sole king, the renegade

you come from the part of  me
that is hanging off the steep cliff
where the mermaids go with
the long and tangled hair that
wraps itself around your bones and
lures you into my poisonous hips
full of too many words, they spill over
and the familiar torrential storm that
rides into you, alongside you

i am the neptune you are
weary of as we make love against
the september twilight and the
wooden chair where you wait 
and wait for me.

i will keep it pristine, immaculate
through this murky cesspool of
half-truths and fading yesterdays
this love will triumph and come
radiant and gallant, like my man

with every care that remains i will
drag it, aimlessly, passionately
to the other side where the sun
has never burned her light
the humble home with tiny windows
because in this cavity is where
her moon is caged, a prisoner.

I am searching for a space
In which we can exist
Somewhere that is not here
On this torrid and tangible earth
An afterlife where there is no history
Only that same unspeakable chemistry
That magnetized two passing strangers
That will forever shackle us and torment
A battered taste of sweetness, of depth
Just a fleeting moment on the lips
Tattooed into the knuckles
But still an eternity.

angus.

it comes to me
in moments
in quiet
alone in nothing
somehow you become my breath
& like iron to blood
i am nourished

you said you adore me
to the very marrow of
your bones and the core
but really the love is
not the frame
it is the very composition
of two jagged souls

the faint spot in the
heavily weighted abyss.

the pirate.

in me there is a vast space with nothing
a result of the impossibility that is
my love for you that crashes against
the largest ship and barely nudges it
even though i am drowning 
still i do not affect anything because
i am just the low tide that grazes your toes and
you continue to enjoy my shore
with the heat of the sin