She was the sun in my life,She knew what to do with my strife.I drew her face in for a solitary kiss,From across the ocean,But, the death of her, was enough to loseThe everything to make my wife. To love, again,Is to see the sun…
How does one outliveA thousand-and-one heartfelt gestures?With a heart full of fear,I beckon you to hearHow I shower the walls with my tears. How would one burn throughThe ceiling of Hell?Beauty recedes with your eyesBack to memories inside your mind.Like silver tides, your tears are…
The closing chapter,The ruined prestige,But, not the memory of what was held dearly,Though, lost like newborn petals,From the lips of a tamed Earth.Swept from my side, in the Hell of an eternal night.Lost, was my spirit, though the pride from this memoryRemains. One accomplishment,One woman,One…
She walksWith a frozen movement,For upon the face of facesThere is astonishmentFor what is above her.A little round capOrange in hue,And shaded only by the coming evening. She roams, with a piercing stepTo the snow beneath her folded handsThat each sway past her side. And,…
What worldEver wielded, aside from the one stained in black?Longing is our token, to betterment,Away from the association of togetherness.Like love, mistaken for a parasite,Like loss, perceived to be foremostIn line. A coming mileIs not what we walk.It only holds us to reap a new…
As a man of certainty, I believe it best to discard irreparable things. Over the past two years, I have been taught by a certain someone to be loyal and dependent over matters, where the barrel of death stared at both of our faces. I…
Where did we hide loveIn the desert or in the ocean?In the dryness of what was once the latter,Or in the wetness of what will be the former? There are moons to raiseAn ocean so wideAs the love that did resideIn the home called a…
I have run wavesOver your delicate mouth.You are everythingI have seen through the thick of time. I have pulled your limbs up,That have weighed so heavyFor you to carry.In your horror, you have stepped only with your demise. For bluest tears, to a delicate mouth,For…
I desire the spotBeneath the breast of her.Though, her sighs show me to her eyes.And, I might have abandoned all recognition of herWere such colors before meTo never greet to me, such scenery. The space below her breast,The heart of hearts,The area I do desire…
Kisses are prettiness,Red with blood to dripOver mouths that have tastedThe virginity kept for many years,Upon groins made of shadow.Whatever was fewOf the daughters taken from hiding,Is now new,Fresh for the taking. Kisses for the mouth of a young girl dressed in white,She opened softness…
