Andromeda

Sunflower big bang star explosion

Kiss me quickly with your gentle
Kill me quickly with your sunshine

Show me dancing with your high line

Hold my heart
Make it explode into a million tiny pieces in the night sky

Hydra

Cassiopeia

Andromeda

Alhena

Love me so hard I repeat my existence
Over and over and over

Love me so hard you’ll never have to stop

Nevermore

Your hyper-star gaze
Visceral in my throat punch

Smile cocked like a gun
Checking my tires
Popped them like a mail gun

Tell me wicked little secrets
Titillate me with your devilish desires
Wake me stupid with your dirty charms
Til I sleep in nevermore

Choke me lurid with your tailspin

Wake me stupid from a daydream

Take me weakly with your left hand

Lullaby me nevermore

Lentils

“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.

Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.

“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.

“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”

You asked me why.

“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”

For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.

-mh-

Guest Poem – Like Say Steve or Something

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I received a guest poem through my contact form. This is why I love New Yorkers:

Name: like say steve or something
Email: steve@gmail.com
Website: http://stevejobs@gmail.com
Comment: Around it goes. Falls back again

Always to the same spot. We walk opposite to sides unmet.

Where we meet in between
Still ends don’t meet

I see you there.

We are incomplete.

Where to build a bridge across
From how do I discover.

Maybe if I walk all the way back

Will I find you on the other side again?

Around in circles
Did I miss on the way back?

Well, I guess not completely in circles

For each time I get to the end
You are still on the other side.

Incomplete

From how do I build a bridge to make ends meet?

Around we go, fall back again
Always to the same spot

We walk opposite to sides unmet

I asked Siri the title of your blog, I read like half a poem and wanted to write my own,

Sincerely,

20 something new yorker

Any Excuse

I’ll take any excuse to love you

So explain to me that the sky isn’t blue

That this pain I’m feeling isn’t real

Tell me that people don’t really have two hands Tell me we’ll live forever

even though I know someday we all have to go

I’ll take any excuse to love you

Any excuse to believe that this might somehow work Tell me that when you paused

when I asked if you thought we’d be together always

That you really meant yes