Swallow upThe tears that have made this well riseFrom the cracks in my soul. My love has fallen.She has fallenTo somewhere I cannot see,To a bleeding sea,And now lies in a sceneOf outspread limbsUpon a bloody shore. Love flows a mile and a half across,This…
Where you shall beIn the coming days,I implore you not to pass from this realm,Without my whisper into your ear. Without the returned gentlenessYou have bestowed always upon me,In the darkest of days,When hope seemed lost, and doom seemed endless. Without my mouth near your…
Hell is a patient sort,Willing to wait for itself to coverWhat we will name to be human. What is it to be merciful?To have said this, is to meanThat there are deeper things, than Hell. For I believe,That even Hell can be burned from our…
I feltFor the fossil I’d discoverBetween the innermost layers,Of a bed, wrapped in whiteness, like a mummified carcass.I saw what appeared to be Death,Laying in wait for me,Like a funeral that plays the chimes of a wedding,It was here for me. I felt for her,The…
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…
Please,I am upon my knees,To receive,The kiss that answers my pleas.For I am numbBy raw strife,Knowing you’d not be my wife,In the turmoil that shaded our life. What was it like, to lie?To speak of being vulnerable, while IFell into bleak and miserable sighsOne after…
Was it emotionThat compelled you to betray?The sight of meMust be the eclipse,The two hands that made their wayOver to your crying eyes,And blinded your vision. Who was the seeing manIn this apocalyptic romance?For I was blinded, too,By our coldness, in the tears we both…
We are divided between currentsThat fall from eyes made of glass,And to shield our faces makes us witnessThe shame we decorate ourselves with,As we bleed.We bleed dewdrops over cheeks made of ivory,And kiss love awayAs the emotion it was,Meant to stay. Agony is now our…
How beautifulOne such as me, can describeEach detail, with astonished eyes. Beauty is but a weakness, a place of clayThat requires the water, for sculpture.It is nothing, without the hands atop it,And so, I go to mold. I craft legs to appear as water-bent pillarsTo…
