Take these white bone arms with
Naked bliss,
Kiss-
but don't tell!
No secrets pass through
these worn gums and crooked teeth.
I seek-
but shall never find
A lover more divine
than the one which
~drifts~
Lingers in a
Blood ballooned recess
of this mind.
Blown-
to bits the theory of
Equal and opposite
Reactions,
Reason raises the white flag
and my divine mind lover
~pales~
in Her shimmering reflection
I am confessing,
Fumbling and stumbling on every sin,
All my skeletons tumbling
With one eye still in a dream
I watch the sun rise on you, its beam
Melts across your skin like glaze-
I skate around your body on a point
Pulling the sweet taste into me,
I want more-
Hungrily, eagerly, just too fast-
I devour you
and completely awaken:
To crumbs scattered in my bed.
Running
Driven into
Unknown exploration.
An aberration-
Pushed from behind
by blinding light.
Sight-
of cat eyes
blanketed by night.
Stupidly confiding, now
Hiding-
In the guise of
curiously daring.
Caring-
only after some
Flesh-puncturing bite
Awakening to:
The Light
It's catching up with me
and for a moment
I cannot see.
Still I kick,
but weakly.
My answers-
Trapping me.
The questions-
Deafening
Head-split-ache
Cacophony-
Atrocities, Falsities, Identities
Berating me
Cease!
I find my peace
in the knowledge
I stonewalled
and kept just behind.
Entwined-
Spun in
cozy, tight-stringed
cocoon.
I'm one, too.
Embracing-
Borrowed, blue,
Old and new-
"I'm one, too."
You whisper-
A child stealing away
into the night
to take a dip in the
swimming pool
My heart.
Your voice-
travels the distance
over miles, miles, smiles
on me.
A recurring dream-
Held in my head like a star.
"Star light, star bright-"
I wish tonight!
Holding you,
Drinking in the yearning of your
Eyes, please-
Hide
The shadow, the feeling,
There'll be no more stealing-
You can only borrow.
And I'll try not to think about:
tomorrow.
She is the sun-
that filters through
my curtains
and fills the room,
She is the moon-
shedding light
on these dark affairs
with gentle beam,
She is a dream-
that hovers
maddeningly
on the tip of
your mind,
She is time-
a past you
yearn for,
a tomorrow
you can see,
but is always
just beyond
your reach.
She is me-
everything I
am,
and everything
I want
to be.
It's me
It's you
It's the feeling 'tween the two
that curdles the cold, thin, brisk air
and spans a million coffee-stained
Styrofoam cups,
and lingering stares.
It's your hair,
Between my fingers-
dyed and cut a hundred times,
thin twine
around my heart
blooming into flowery vine.
It's a mutual-repellent
-attraction,
Between my touch-
and your reaction,
an instant point of near
and far,
My downfall,
My rising star.
Hark-
ecstasy's persistent call
is all
these ears discern,
and I learn,
Between an embrace-
and a half-turn,
I find you.
My need,
My want,
My hope,
My fear.
My relieved smile,
and unseen, aching tear,
held together with a loving bind,
Unforgettable sentience
that lay quietly
Between the lines.
She doesn't walk,
She glides
she doesn't talk,
She hides
she doesn't make mistakes,
She makes revisions
she doesn't see,
She envisions
She is a dream
and when she touches,
She leaves no fingerprint,
no evidence to convict her.
And when she laughs,
it's piercing
Knife
to your caked ego
Shall we go
stand against the wall,
and watch her
Unsuspecting parade
down the hall
and Who among us
would dare disturb
the cloud,
Who dares love her
enough
to be that cruel-
to reach into the haze,
and turn her
face to face,
Break the spell-
and Who is brave
enough
to look into the hell-
Behind her glass
eyes
Strong enough
to love the
lie
Weak enough
to accept the
truth
Could it be you-
She doesn't want to be your
dream-come-true:
--knight in shining angel-
--misunderstood Satan-
crown
She could do without
What she most wants to be,
despite her sleeping beauty,
is
Real.
She steps into the light
smoke-filled, laser-bright
Outlining
through costume binding
Figure
high and tight
Mark
of spiked heels
on the stage floor
leaves that
waxy surface
wanting more
Ersatz nipples
shimmy and shake
as they rake
across my line
of sight,
I bow before the height-
Adulterated angel
of the night
Her hips talk
dirty to me,
Wicked fingers
coax and tease
on flesh
like honey
Screams
FREE-
and I believe.
sinner surrendering
to an ageless
Need
I'm brought down
to my knees,
Please...
Eyes shine
with desire
Fire whip
with aching sting
slip gratuity
in lucre-lined string,
and her body
Sings
When she turns to leave,
I know-
my belief
fast, easy, humble, and cheap-
Served her well
as willing
Thief.
My love banished
by sightless words that chain
dragging under sunlight of days
that thread the nights:
I am dawning in the darkness
of sweaty, sheet-wrapped nights-
shielded in covert looks.
palatably discovered at the
tips of stranger’s tongues Taste-
natural as a native language
as personal as "I"--
whose tongue can serve the sentence
when the word
cannot be defined.
You were always letting go of me, embracing
instead a false uplifting haze to rise your soul above
the cacophony of endless thoughts and find some holy
lasting peace, to find your God.
Was that the way? Clinging to this buoyant smoke
and angelic burn that was shackled to your fall. This
condemnation of the soul you sought to save, your own.
The hell you yearned to flee assigned- by who, by God?
By you.
I wanted to tear it all away, strip you of dank, dark
basement thoughts and fragile beliefs, expose the
strength, purity, grace…but how could I when I loved
you too much (?) to be so cruel, or maybe not enough.
When is it enough?
Tomorrow you can sharpen your senses against the
master stone and hack a way through the jumbled, tangled
mess of thoughts once again. Weed a barely passable path
through yet another narrow day. Go ahead then-
Show me the way. And when it’s left you dull,
spent, and lost, let me know when you’ve had enough.
I’ve got something to show you, so look up now,
baby, see: soul: enflamed, consumed- deadened by the
Want of it-
But it’s with you all the time. Grip it in between
your thighs, ride it high with your hips and let it writhe
with mine because This is salvation- so take it, girl now own it.
Let it cover and extinguish the struggle between heart and
mind, then, let it slip-
Delicate and silent onto my lips from yours. Know
that I’ll never get enough of this, and let that be enough,
just let it be enough for you.
How could I- how could I keep you in my arms
with this great shaking fever of holy thought you could
never shake? How could I hold you down and fuck you till
you were calling out for that god you kept searching for?
I want you to know: no matter who your God, no
matter where your soul, it was always enough for me-
I claimed it-
passionately, wholly,
with or without you I
claimed it and now,
I’m letting go.
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