jayivan

this obsession is not about possession—
it’s a surrender to the splendour

but be possessed by the obsessed—
and you’ll be suspended until rendered

his touch put out that fire—
until embers burn brighter,
blue flames pulse me higher—
and im consumed in a conflagration of desire

stripmine my heart / then rend it free
of the mineral fat / that powers piety

im hooked
and booked
into your nooks

the dance of shadows beneath a bathroom door
morse code beckoning chemical sinecure

an open heart:
nothing but a beat box

can we float free,
just you and me,
untethered and lost
in a vacuous sea

i held you tight—so full of light—
but still it held, that entrenched night

curves rise to meet my sweat-filled sight
as you press against my noontime light

in you
the moments
true

these words
just noise & boys

or can they empty
into a nothing of plenty