Amphibious, Androgynous

In my dream, you are slippery

My interest grows immediately

You have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbs

Amphibious, androgynous

Amphibious

Ninety-eight percent water

I try to write love songs

But my words remain in my hands

And my hands fall to the floor

Somewhere in the distance something hurts

I dream i have a lover made out of twigs

I snap his lips, snap his lips when we kiss

Yes you’re here

The way it goes

This world is me

The dream doesn’t fade, it keeps worrying me

I try not to hurt you, but in my dream

The twigs keep breaking

I toot so gently but they snap

And when you open your mouth to speak,

You make no sound

Silently gobbling up black sap

I realize i haven’t even seen you up close

Only from below

In the dream you’re a saint

And i am behind smoke

I try to write love songs

But rid every word

I can hear the twigs breaking

Somewhere in the distance something hurts

The next stage is

I who break

It’s a clear spring day

And a fueled sky

Ninety-eight percent blue

A day i’ll find myself down in black things:

Coffee, razors, raw chocolate

I can feel my bones

Burn to gold

My blood burns to oil

Black self, i’m becoming you