

'solstice''solstice' by ~Oil-library
i've this ribbon tied light-like
around strands of sunken-eye color;
a sky-reflecting weave between features
holding together faces as the fine shine breaks.
we're opposite the southern hemisphere
congratulating the annual coming of night;


"clever, loving title" so i am the deep end"clever, loving title" by ~Oil-library
where you find yourself trapped in the curve of me,
hollowing out the shape of your body
into my body,
determining the weight of weight
and the complexity of depth
while figuring out that every.little.movement you make
is a gesture to the world--
you relax your fingers:
you feel -- you touch
and I break waves along every coast
where I a


--window dressing (my bedroom window faces east,--window dressing by ~Oil-library
in the direction I face to sleep.
I pull my leg up beside me,
and clutch at the nothingness of where you should be,
in the direction nearest to me with you.
I bury my face in the pillow I sleep pressed against,
and sometimes...
sometimes I dream too vividly,
and turn my smile upward, to see you leaning over me
with good mornings and your crooked grin even more crooked with the recent waking,
with the weight of one knee between my legs,
and the other at my side,
along with your hand and I feel you.
but it's only december--
you're still at my window,
hiding just behind the horizon;
you're just out


flex'reflex i became youflex'reflex by ~Oil-library
when the light cast your grin across mine,
in a silhouette
i dropped your eyes down
the way i am known for dropping mine
and they fell perfectly
but the gravity crumbled them, like drying clay
and we had to
hold
each other
closely
to keep the falling pieces within our color
and out of gray.
i inhale, you exhale,
and i wonder how you mimic me so well.