Track meUpon the pathTo safety,So that I may kiss your sweet lipsFor that one solitary moment in peace. I gave up my lifeTo see you safe.I gave up everythingTo make you proud,And I have nothing left, but the pieces to carry. Would I stab them…
No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of…
Glued, I am,Unto your porcelain hand,For there goes my lips,To kiss thy whiteness,Thy ghostly and ghastly selfWithin your turbulent Hell. And, among my beastly self,I’ve grown too old to tell,What awaits me, far down in Hell,Where I will sing among the loudest bells,Not among you,…
She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures…
One loving faceRestores a vow.Gifted, as it wereTo what Heaven allowed.In our place, among sandsAs white as snow,As bright as the sunIn its golden resplendence. A child exists in you.It is me,The one who finds nighttime to be so Hellish,While the Heaven in your eyesI…
Winter has me breathingThis cascading silver air,Across your delicate forehead,As you’ll recede with your eleganceBack to where you belong.A den of darkness,Is where you find comfort,And I do not belongIn such a realm. I am sick,Though, you seem to be healthy.You have cheeks that sparkle…
“The poet is a one who has seen all colors of life, and yet, that poet has drowned himself in the fragrance, in the skin, in the arms, of a woman, of a muse, who is now lost to him. What colors had he seen,…
Winter is my wisdom,My horror and my way.Little kisses are there to land, themselvesUpon your long and gifted neck,That I admire to its porcelain texture.I am enamored by you, and all the despair you throw out,To your naked feet.Beautiful creature of all my savage wisdom,I…
Upon sticks and brambles, and everything taken from the trees,Love, we do, with our hearts spread, over everything new.Like two fossils, once beautiful and full of scenery.Like two trees, now collapsed, with kisses running overAs the remaining twigs that caress. I am in love, or…
There is a waterfall beneath your eye,As though the eye pressed further into your head,To bring forth the liquid beneath it.I have seen you weep, a couple of times,And become drunk more-so on my own pain, for I caused your tearsTo flow more-like the lava…
