I think of you often, in times of great happiness or deep regret.

I long to share these moments with you, wrapped in the security I know only you will give me.

I wish I could say I knew you, but instead I’ll write this letter to you.

Adressed as this; my love and my life.

To the movies I see, wondering if any are your favourite

The life I’ve lived seems to be standing so tall,

Or the books ive ...

I thank the sky for the simple pleasure of your hand in mine.

I thank your parents for the gift of your warmth, and the following blessing of it pressed against my cheek.

I thank the faces of lovers before you that came together to create your beauty.

I thank the bed, who allows you rest and swallows your racing mind so you may sleep.

I thank the hardships that moulded your bruising, flesh-kin...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Feel the thick coat of warmth,

Feel the pulse of love,

Treasure my insides like a silkmoth.

Curl right there, dove.

Move with my shy breaths,

Squeeze my love nerves,

Can you sense the heave of my breasts?

While your eyes finger the water of my curves.

Quicker now, my heart paces.

The thudding of your love awakens.

You curl...

Sweethearts that have finally met,

gistening eyes, glimmering inside an empty room,

Empty house, warmed by the sun.

Her’s warmed by his sunny stare.

They’ll watch dust babies collect,

Blown by collective laughs,

Termites gnaw at his bone in mistake for housewood,

She’ll bite carefully too.

Rots seeps where weeds follow,

but conversation never falters,

Her words muffled by hanging skin,

He ca...

Bunnies can jump

I call it a binky

They eat plenty of hay

Most think it’s rather stinky

My first bunny was black,

A black sort of inky

She would jump and crack

I know that’s shes sinking

My love gone with little inkling

Bunny’s hop

I still call it binky

They can leap

They can race

They can seek

They can hide

They can thrive

I will try

but that’s about it....

I love how you cry.

Most when you make me swell

I love how you’re like me,

Even more when you’re so different

I love when you dance,

and when you shout over the music

I love your flushed passion,

and when you inspire me to create

I love your squinting laugh,

and how it makes me realise I’m less than straight.

I dont know what others want me to want

But I think I know I want you in my room...

“Im sorry,” Sugar gritted, “Will you please shake my hand?”

“What exactly are you sorry for?” Malakhi pressed, grinning.

“For whatever I did to.. annoy you.” Sugar was sure the hells didn’t burn as hot as her cheeks were.

“Saccharine, you’ll have to be a little more specific than that.” Malakhi drawled, twisting his neck towards the agitated girl.

“Im sorry for trying to exorcise you…” Sugar’...

He wanted to give her a rose,

Though his black touch withered life.

He wondered his inky fingers and her peach hands.

The thought of it would suffice.

So he’d reached into the garden, plucking,

And disappeared into smoke as the plants grew weary of his touch....

Malakhi could only describe exsisting outside of Sugar’s life as hellfire, because it quite literally was.

Unless he was with Sugar, he was confiding in a hot, eternal pit. If Sugar had known this, she might’ve understood the lack of space between them and by proxy been more understanding of his ever-looming smoke. Yet that information hardly concerned their business so Malakhi kept it to himself...

Ruminating, memorising, remebering

Thinking, storming, pulsing,

Listening, watching and processing.

Finalising, nodding, done.

I knew it now....