12/8
Cover your bodies
in sweat,
in tattoos.
Cover your bodies
in ink
with ideas,
ideas your tired tongues
would repeat forever
if they could.
Cover your bodies
in flesh,
in each other.
‘Cause you don’t burn
as bright
alone.
Can’t Sleep
I could break you
with a song
that used to echo
from your stereo
across from the field
of linen sheets
where your lips trembled
with beggars’ gasps
for charity.
