Pursuit of Beauty.
Butterfly wings dance upon freckled thighs
And goosebumps travel like tremors
White knuckled and nestled in the warmth of tender sheets
Seconds dissolve within mumbled sighs
Dignified and somber cursing the coming of the light
The tender fate of goodbye
Dances on duelling tongues twirling like vines reaching for the heavens
Yesterday comes calling like a stolen breath
December plays again
As natural as a needle finds its groove
Haunted memories a weighty pressure on hollow bones
And lips leak secrets once thought long forgotten
With moans and groans drowning into crumpled sheets.

Goodbye.

Goodbye feels like

The end of a day

Heavy, humid

Sweet and sticky on the skin

Effervescent, dissolving

Into a pink and blue evening

Like sailors on a ship slowly sinking

Casting desperate eyes

Piercing through the mists of celestial horizons

Confused by the shadow play

And lost in a silhouette of memories

Goodbye feels like

A long lament, pregnant with farewells.

Chaotic Behaviour.
I will till the soil with love and honour
Sweat drenched and weary until the dirt flows
Thick and black like streams down my face and Through these veins til they burst out with daisies
So pluck from them flowers of devotion
Iris, swaying jasmines and hibiscus
Sun kissed tokens of appreciation
Like fragrant pengrams of adoration
Reflected in your soul I see the truth
The true nature of a man is to be
Never satisfied and always wanting
But hope springs eternal from crying eyes
To water the seeds that feeds from my breasts.

Unrequited.
This is a heart
It buckles and comes unfastened

By trembling hands that search and grope
For words escaped through languid lips

Whispered promises left scattered in tussled sheets
Turn to pearls and diamonds under the weight of worn heartbeats

Like a single raindrop in a sea of emotion
Bury our sin in the slum of a broken heart

Seduction is love
And love becomes lust.

This Is to You, and Your Hands.
The bitter aftertaste
leaves me wanting to dissolve into nothing
to forget everything
except for the sound of footsteps
yours and mine, merging into one
a rhythm of two halves
like the moon that listens to the wax and wane
of our quiet song
she stumbles from the edge of the endless dark
and something is born
because I am the song
and you are the music that sets me aflame
but this is real
and this is to you
and your hands.

To See Another Sky.
Time doesn't heal
In spite of what they say
Cuts become sores and sores become permanent
Like a sharpie to your past
Naming the demon
But leaving him there
Grinning at you like a benevolent gargoyle
Marking you and claiming you
A signboard or advertisement
Of every hand that's left its mark
Impressions, a phantom touch or a memory pillow
An intangible weight and a limp in the gait to overcompensate
So I kill my liver and poison my lungs
Waiting on lady luck to drop in
While I pick a frayed sleeve where I once wore my heart
And simmer in a cocktail of self loathing
Clutching straws
And breaking my own back
But with a bloodied grin I take it all in
Lost in the numbing endless scroll of fake and fair weathered friends
Wishing I could have done better
As a gash the shape of your hand oozes blood from my chest
And I wonder how much I can give before I finally give out
Or why no one seems to notice
The bloodied footsteps tread on the floor
Were you just passing through
Or leaving breadcrumbs for your way back home
No one comes to see
No one seems to care
I suppose it's true
That no one has ever died
of a broken heart before.

Sleeping Pills.
Here I am breathing you in
Here I am pressed up against you
Imagining I am lost in you
Whirling helplessly in a hurricane
And all that your DNA spins us in two
Dicing and slicing till I become you
And it becomes hard to resist what the body needs to exist
This is the terrifying silence holding us between two lips that are seconds apart
My fingers in your hair and the smothering oily scent of every inch that is you
If I could bring these eyes to yours could your lips keep the tears from them?
And I would do well in the lazy spaces between your fingers
Where I would whisper my secrets into the inky dull of nights without your touch
And suffocate myself with moans that linger on salty skin from hours before
I remember fingers like a nimble dancer teasing out earthquakes and dotting my landscape with perfume
We escape like convicts on the run
Swimming through memories thick like molasses
Dark sweet and stinging I still taste like you do
And you still taste me on you
Counting every heartbeat and learning every song you are writing out to me
Can you still touch me through the thick folds of the cold night time air?
I am still here
And you are still there
Like the midnight you refuse to wash from your hands
The liquor on your breath
And the candy on your tongue.