“There is a difference, as it should be stated, that ’emotion’ is lesser to the act of being ‘passionate’. Just as to be ‘anxious’ is lesser to being ‘paranoid’, it is the same. And, to be passionate means to kill in the experience of betrayal.…
… He sinks, and still while holding the hand of his dying beloved, this elderly man conjures up one thought of her before himself. It is time during his adolescence, he has the compelling desire to drink her into himself, through one Springtime kiss. Youth…
As though the ground beneath my feetSaw itself fitTo open up, and spill forth the salivation,From a mouth,And from the longingThat had granted itself, openly.You knelt there, upon the surface of the soil,Upon the pavement,And breathed a smile into my hands.A little treat for your…
She has controlled her beauty with evenness. Symmetry within every detail, and symmetry, especially among her smile. I have asked myself a question, if love would be the thing to hold her hand, or perhaps I have, as a flawed man, all the while. I…
A dance between two icons of slenderness,Has me whisper words full of tenderness. There is poetry in each fragment of gold,Upon the crown to your ivory scalp.I thwart the crudeness you’ve absorbedInto yourself.And, between two pillars of flame,Two folds remain,To hide a show of fireworks.…
Where have graces taken thee,When you shielded before fate and misery?You play with the night,Like a bouquet of roses,Sniffed by children, and eaten by cats. Believe me, in my woe,You are the doomed harlot,The failed woman of many curses.Among that god between your legs,There are…
I find letters scrawled,Upon your worthless back.You have never been a gift for my liking,A woman, broken,Made for the coins upon a road.You are longing for temptation. Demure, you have become,By the traces of blood on your eyes,Beneath your eyes,A storm comes hanging.The tiredness from…
Under tresses, dark as night,Have you failed in your endeavor,To lay your hand over a swollen branch?Beauty!Mark this shape for its texture,It has a way to come crawling,It has a way to come inside,To come within, and reach. I lay falsehood upon falsehood,And drown in…
Dashed with red lines,Above your feeble lips,Redness has clashed against the almightyOf porcelain chin and nectar saliva.It is the sort that drains,From a serpent tongue. You obeyed a man,With whom you sought after denial,To whom you’ve danced a longing night,Many of them, with which you…
Think upon, if you dare, dear reader, to the love that generates itself from a man, so that it runs itself from East to West. From a beginning to an ending; and that ending, of which we speak now is the most important aspect, is…
