Joyelle Osburn

There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift it to my nose
to taste the smell that desires
...

It was the way
my leg felt against
the cold rail of the
sofa bed that
...

my skin dissolves
on your lips

my breath sets
...

I am not here.
my eyes reflect the sky
and bleed tears of constellations
as I sweep through this planet
...

I have replaced you, pitifully,
many times in rooms
within my soul.
Everywhere, there are
...

He speaks to me while I slumber-
(Hush)
his voice; matchwood.
my
...

I make love to the thought of you.
Moments like this enduring
the painful tenderness
that shepherd tears
...

Most of the time, it comes
with admonition.
Moments clash like waves
of cutting tide.
...

I am writing these verses
from inside a dragon
with it's mouth seamed shut.
Instead the flames reverse,
...

During the silent film,
we wrap into each other like
twisted licorice.
I can feel your breath-
...

I can't decide if you
are hidden within my thoughts
or stashed away deep
within the orifice of dreams.
...

Dreams of you pass through
this morning's rain.
Let it castaway my delightful heart,
boast it high upon a blissful arch,
...

Just as the valley glistens
with her humble nakedness
and forms into
a soft blanket
...