

WildI came in from the city and you from the countryside: you were so strange and wild, tangled like a browning weed with leaves in your hair and shadows at your feet. You smelled of dust and river water, and your nails were long, fingers bony, wrists strangely delicate.Wild
It didn't take long for me to love you.
You made me crowns out of daisies and read moldy old books to me at night: "Alice in Wonderland", "Through the Looking Glass", "The Illiad", "Rome and Juliet", dusty collections of war poems. You grew your hair long and hung Degas knock-offs on the walls and taught me how to waltz; how to do the jitterbug. I'd neve


DreamweaverIt was winter when I met you: black crows like ink splatters in the snow and trees dripping ice down my neck. You were wrapped in a leather jacket and snow powdered the ends of your pants, cocaine white against the tattered denim.Dreamweaver
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We went for coffee on Elm Street: you drank yours without sugar. I loved the way your eyes winked in the gray light and how your wrists turned as you reached for my hand. Your kiss tasted like coffee beans and the snow outside.
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And it was in that moment when I realized that, without knowing it, I'd spent my entire life being thirsty for you. Once you offe


What I Know NowYou taught meWhat I Know Now
that white smells like damp skin just after love- that it tastes like wind upon the lips and fingers pressed to a window; that it is hard and empty, like a diamond or a pearl. You said that white belonged to angels, that it made you think of me sleeping beside you, dowsed in moonlight, dreaming.
You taught me
that hatred is rough beneath the fingers and heavy in the palms; that it grows like a weed beneath the skin, that only sunlight can killl it. You thought that hatred was unbecoming upon my face: you smoothed it flat, kissed it away, raked it out of me like a hand through my
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