My soul recognizes yours…
Something about the way your hair looks like
the sun, then your eyes change to night….
Towering, I wonder what you see so high…
Does Heaven perch just out of sight, biting
its nails?
Your blues turn to psychotic twist, can I
have a taste?
I wonder how your mind beats, what tone you
would make….
Would you take me with you, my teenage crush?
I ponder, would you get on your knees, pray
to me, drink my oil dangling between my legs….
Could I taste innocence, only for a short time,
as I climb upon your limbs, making your harder….
I imagine how your fingers would feel on me,
the pads moving slowly, or in a hurry to
bury inside me, hide for a little while
in white…..
Maybe, just maybe, you will pull out,
crawl away, my sin on your lips……
Split me open, see that I am more
than just me….
I stood there and let silver seduce me,
then realized I was looking at my own reflection…
The sun forgot me, as the moon let me bleed
up into her waiting mouth….
I dangle on scarlet strings, cock inverted,
the only way I feel, I release…..
I go round and round, tracks telling my
story….
I woke up, found myself dead, tongue
thick in your mouth….
Their bones haunt me, at each ear
making me flawless….
The mark of Cain etched in spider
webs….
I wait some where in the middle, where
Adam met Eve, stuck between good and
evil, blessed….
I am both, from the womb…..
OPEN YOU UP, MAKE YOU A NEW
SMILE, HANDS REACH IN, LET YOU
COVER ME, AS I TURN THE COLOR OF
DEATH, FLOWERS BLOOMING ALL OVER
ME, A FIELD OF THEM, WHERE YOU WILL
SPEND ETERNITY……
I WILL COME EVERYDAY, BLEED ON YOU,
PRAY FOR YOU, BRINGING OTHERS SO
YOU WON’T BE LONELY…..
I, CAN BE BEAUTIFUL, I CAN BE SINISTER,
MIXING THOSE TOGETHER, I CAN MAKE
RAINBOWS, PSYCHOTIC DABBLES….
MY FACE IN THE SKY, EYES CLOSED,
TEMPTING HELL AS YOUR GRIN DECAYS…..
FOREVER THE MOON WILL SHADOW ME,
COVERING ME IN MOODY WONDERS…..
I, GREY PETALS, SOFT, DARK TEASES,
TRESSES TO PULL, DEVOUR….
DEJA’ VU SPINS, KNOWING YOU WERE HERE,
BEFORE, MY DARK PLAYMATE, AND I INDULGED…..
YOU WOULD BULGE, ALWAYS READY, WAITING FOR
ME TO FEED…..
NOW, YOU ARE LOST TO ME, MY SOUL
RESTLESS, NEEDY, READY TO MISBEHAVE…..
YOU PROBABLY STAND IN MY DARK CORNERS
LAUGHING, TWIRLING ME ON YOUR FINGERTIPS,
I, YOUR ONLY AFTERTASTE…..
YOU, IN MY MOUTH, A BLOODY MESS….
I, NO LONGER YOURS, VELVET FOLDS
AND RAZOR BLADES, CAN’T HAVE ONE
WITHOUT THE OTHER…..
Let me burn, she said,
be the poem
flaring in your heart,
layer after layer
shedding its veils
into the quiet brilliance of dawn.
~
Amid the white sheets
they met like two roaring waves,
and the spray of their crash
left the breathless night teeming
with mad, quivering stars.
~
Let me sleep
on the shoulder
of the passing wind,
and if I should fall
I’ll be a sigh of leaves
caressing the earth and stars.
~
Letters in wine bottles,
Through the sea of silence
I kept sending her poems
Hoping that, one day,
They’d land on her shore.
~
I want your breath
Swelling inside of me,
Bursting my skin
Into a rain of petals
Falling through the sky.
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The length of her back
a wild symphony of waves
into one another clashing,
frothing white and lashing
salt in endless sprays,
weaving the air into poems fraught
with soft melting hymns,
each in midair curving
into a soft burning flame
then weeping, in my palms,
on my aching fingertips
the unbearable desire
to course through her waves,
become the sailor whose ship
plunges ever deeper into her mist,
become the red sun whose lips
shiver with a boundless thirst
to imbibe her frothing wine
and be drunk, drunk, drunk
on this softest of all cruelties.
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