One

He asked if I've ever written about him before.

I told him I haven't. And though not entirely untrue; I failed to mention that, somehow, it feels as if I've been writing about him all along.

A ridiculous notion, in itself.

Even more so if you put into consideration that I've only met him last month.

Here you go, then.

Ever-spinning

Goodness, I love his voice!

And how it seeps through his nose. I love that meek whistle—that almost lisp—ssweet ssserenity, when he calls my name! I love the way he falters through his sentences, constantly fumbling for words. And how flustered he gets whenever he mispronounces the R in my name. Darling, you don't need to hide from me—

I am not them.

But you don't see that, do you?

Dark Undone

Pull your knees apart, he said, and I'll show you magic, I'll show you god.

He didn't.

But he took me through the seven heavens.
Aurora borealis, aurora australis
Him and I in infinite
Loops.
Him and I in constant
Rotation
Around the sun.

And I beg
Please
Never, never
Never stop.

And who am I? he said.

Oh.
Oh, god.

Filth

Forgive me, I
Would like to torture you
With anticipation.
Like a volcano
And its would-be eruption.

While I'm at it
Maybe I'll touch you
Then pretend I never, never meant to.

Vesuvius, my love.
How hard must I try
Until you com—
—pletely lose your mind?