(XII)

---Lying on needle grass,
we were balancing petals upon
our fingertips.

Then I watched you as
you proceeded to touching
stars.
(you were then burned)

I couldn't help,
I stayed behind; pulling
out thorns from my right palm
(where yours once was)

---to the cactus boy

to nobody

(XI)

within the spaces of my ribs hid a scar;
a fossil of virulent sayings and decaying pasts.

i cried tears of aureate;
ingredients from the ghosts that live in my eyes.

vaporised tears; through a cohesion with eucalyptus scented air;
this will all end in a victorious dance.

(X)

you sharpened his dreams and slit his throat and threw him off board;
you forgot that you never knew how to sail a ship.

(IX)

(drew this at 4:30 in the morning)
Still I recall, with cinnamon breaths and a translucent voice, you said you would help me. You knew I couldn't swim, and yet, you let me drown in my mind and in my tears. I knew, when I was in darkness, I should have wished for the Sun, instead of a candle.

(VIII)

You're a star; and staring at a star for too long will burn your eyes.