Just slow my breath
With drowsy whispers
That seek nightmares
And wayward kisses
Intertwining graceful
With my quiet jinxes
The ocean steals you
From a painted coast
I’ll retrieve the wind
Tasting your incense
And count the sonatas
In pastels of past tense
Listen to cold promises
Making both of us shiver
But don’t hold the rope
Bullets suspended over
Misdirected phantoms
Of our faithless prayers
Arsonist hearts burning
Kerosene in full colours
Dear, don’t be ashamed
Of these tinderbox stars
Ash on your cinder skin
A paper town from afar
Froths of sea-foam teal
Alcohol in warm blood
Confessions and candy
Nonexistent rest flawed
Sundays spent revolving
Match stricken in water
Clocks in a slow motion
In a misleading summer
I won’t lose you this time
As my dreams begin to fall
You’re making me worse
And I don’t mind it at all.