when i see you, an idea lights
up bright between my hips,
of sleep, of promise, of nightmares
and the sound of you
whispering my name.
tongue my terror: these phantoms
become realer with your acknowledgement,
the pressure of your attention
a cause for higher heights of fear.
crash me gentle to
the crags below: your face
and the ghosts you'll use to catch me.

"the beauty of my youth is gone, but the chemicals remain"