The light still hurts my eyes when you're not there

our bodies are curled into a chair
built for one as the sun plays havoc

with your eyes like tiny moons
reflecting back the unforgiving light

and you always say you can see
tiny earths in mine so I wonder

if we were made to move around
each other in an orbit to only end

when one of our sickened hearts
forms a supernova and obliterates

an eternity of gentle mornings
when your barren calm directed

the light back toward my tiny
migraine-infected earths

in a way that never hurt only
left an image of your face

burned into my retinas like
permanent proof that the brightest

stars always fade the quickest
and if not the quickest leave

the most to die
in their absence

17 honest syllables

the worst part of you
seeing me naked is there's
nowhere to hide scars

This is a promise.

The darkness of day is mystery,
but if you wish to find me, my love,
I'll be standing by the broken tree.

When stars at twilight abandon me,
sometimes innocence isn't enough-
where dark and day coalesce, I'll be.

The world is still so that all can see
the silhouette of an injured dove
climbing the hill to my broken tree,

to limbs so charred they can barely breathe,
a black star in the sky, ashen, rough-
where dark and day coalesce, I'll be.

Rest your head now dear, you needn't leave

as dark shines upon what lightning struck.

You are safe here in my broken tree. 

Perhaps someday, you will let me see
what nature does to all that you love.
Where dark and day coalesce, we'll be.
I will find you by your broken tree.