sacred geometry

Your brother; a starling
Long lanky limbs folded
Peach skin blanketing shoulder blades
Spider strings of saliva
Spiral-shelled slumber

pre-existing forms

Or: what am i
When you turn to stone next to me?
Twitchy sweat palms
Curl soaked fingers around me,
Murmuring
I am: air
until you clutch my side
I am: water
until you grasp my throat
do you possess me into existence?

multitudes

i can sing to myself
in myself,
of myself.
i can hold yours
yet i cannot hold
my own two feet.