Upon blue irises,Folded over with lids like bird feathers,A glass of red within reach of a porcelain hand,I stare. Beauty has welcomed itself, upon this occasion,Your grace, and your face,Two eyes like twin moons upon my own,Shifting away in incredible shyness.Lovely, you are,Upon this evening…
The world around meShifts into an illusion,When she stares at me with blank eyes,And speaksWith an ever-more blank voice.She has been the ungrateful one,For each of my worlds,Love and survival. To make her live,Was to allow her to die in my heart. A pain,And a…
The worst has passedWith the snow to a bleak yesterday.And I see her tresses rain from a frail head,To that path behind me,To a path, where I see,All my cruelest enemies,Little voices of laughter, from spiteful children,People who beg, and people who spit,People who destroy…
When I cannot love,When I cannot drownIn the arms of a one,Who took me aboveTo see what could not be undone. A woman,A face,Of splendor and beauty,Each small bit of fervency,Each frail part of tragedy,Is hers for the closingOf my heart.One streaming face,One anguished expression,Laced…
With one wicked remarkBy your feathered tongue,A lightness in your voice,To soothe me,Down into unwarranted pain.And the sting comes upon my arms,And my legs,And my neck,Is enough to be drunk. I would call this pleasure,Were the levels not so different,Between yourself and me.And were our…
Upon thy broken and velvet back,There is a tiny frailness,A little bird without wings,It sits, while I sit, and I paint,To see what I’ve always envisioned,A woman with eyes like onyx stonesWithin a lake of sapphire,And a face of pure porcelain,Dotted with freckles like leaves…
Come closer,Frail one, to my door,Where you’ve heard these screams before.Where my limbs had once crashedTo the floor,And had then risenTo meet your throat,With a solid grip to drain life away. Pain and shame is now an empire,Among all the redness to your lips.You’ve tasted…
Within one life of prior viewing,I once could see beautyBefore myself, with all its liveliness.I once saw a woman with darkest hair and darkest eyes,I once saw herself adorned in garments of black,I once saw her in pallid skin, readied for kisses.And I see myself…
A foolish criminal,For I murdered a love,We had shared with wine and blood,With sweetness and bitterness,Among the beauty and the ugliness,With sugar and sand. Love should be our Thanksgiving,A memory we should treasure,Though, I had murdered it, and left a bird to rot. I would…
When the beloved takes her breath,When the beloved oversees deathAnd its wilted form,It is me, she’s placed her eyes upon,For one more caress on the roadTowards distant riversWhere tears fall at even greater length.And among the house of screams,A thousand-and-one of them,There is her gentle…
