Atlantic and Court (Poetry)

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Atlantic and Court

somewhere you're sleeping
curled on cold concrete
no lock between you
and the new york night

i'm here
wrapped in blankets
heat cranked in every room
candles burning
on the altar of courage

but i don't feel safe

and i can't

get

warm

Tongues (Poetry)

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Tongues

I can’t speak

you ask me what I want and
my tongue
locks up

desire courses,
hot, under skin
a river moving under ice

but my tongue is frozen

my mouth is more certain, kissing yours
than whispering my wants

come closer

my hands will show you
how they ache for your skin

my lips
will claim the kiss
they long to give