BecomingLiet

My bones feel soft in the morning, pale under the light and the soft glow of the streetlights as they flicker out. Through the sun painted on the window, like well-formed letters of meaning obscured, I trace the shapes of semi-circled scars, gracing my skin like primitive tattoos.   It's not shame I feel in the quiet reflection of my soul. It's simply memory – the echoes of battle-scars trembling half-steps across my mind. In the darkness, bodiless voices whisper for my name, but I let the sound reverberate into nothingness, as it slips away – I've taught myself not to listen.     When they see my bod

Passionless saints tie our lips together and I crush our voice in my hands Lift the nape of your neck and breathe you in, hush (you fill the air). Godless gospels pass through us while the night stumbles gently on You dream in a dark wine sea and I drift helplessly after finding words at midnights to memorise for you only to keep them locked secretly with love on my tongue. You are my love letter curling naked in the heat your spine beautiful and bare as our unlaced feet. Our shadows touch a leaf falls on itself. pink dusk spreads across the sky farewelling the dark storm of your hair across the sleepy pillow. The sound of you breathing e