Love is the most important universe for the star. For the simplest sake of finding himself least important, least to be recognized as weak, a man will, or should, send himself into a whirlwind to protect the endangered. For love’s sake, beauty is contented to…
What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond…
Feverish marks, from where love had struck a solid chordUpon thy evergreen heart,Upon thy smoothened heart,Upon thy fabulous heart,Were as beauteous, as the next whore of a line,Of a waitingTo see,To plea,And then, to fleeAway from my fingers, that brought you to ceaseYourself, from how…
Love is a famous thing,My bird, my devil.You have sprouted wings for myself to see,Hoping for this face of mine to utter some sound,That will ignite the world around.Our garden of decay,Is where we share these notes of love,Alike our merry Heaven with a house…
I picture thee, open and empty,With palms facing your knees,And eyes upon the surest sign,Of life with broken wings. Kisses are gentle when they are spokenAs well as simply given. Kisses are harsh when they bite,And retract with a mouthful of flesh. I am sure…
I turn around to repeat,In careless repetition,All vows and emotions, upon a plate of fate,You deny what was offered,From a dying God,From a man with all the might to his fight,His eyes were upon you,And faced the enormous creation,Of a statue in what he’d not…
“Your eyes, magnificent in shape; your form is a plaza of many stands, each showing ripened fruit for the occasion; and how I would hold a pair of breasts alike pears to be swallowed whole.”
Before me, you sit with a sorry stare at a rimTo a glass made of the fibers of sand,Love is a breath in the air for our breath,As sweet as the redness in your hairAnd as bitter as the very sight of death,As the very…
I crawl atop, And I falter beneath, The swimming tears in eyes of emerald, Your face is the picture of immaculacy, In this dreaded room. Come kiss me, beloved, With all your majestic might, This future has never been doomed, Because, as I see above,…
Lay with me, as the world sunders itself, Go beyond with me, to the lines that seem themselves To surrender, and surrender more To the tragedies and comedies of love. We are, in arms, crying and laughing, beautiful as one, In our eyes, we hold…
