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.

She Says She Isn't Mending Right.
My heart is the shore
and you are the tide
quietly washing me away
breaking me
little by little
to pieces
bit by bit,
and I can do nothing
to stop you
from tearing me apart.

At All Times. 
At all times
I have a bottle of pills
and a notebook with me
the pills I swallow
they keep me numb
and into a book
I drain my veins
of thoughts of you
the doctor says that this will help
ease you out my system
and flush you from my thoughts
but between the poison and bloodletting
I am still as broken as ever
no matter how snug the straitjacket
no matter how strong the convulsing
the pieces don't seem to stick like before
through a tangled mess of misfiring connections and garbled words
I realize that I am nowhere near
being over you.

Before.

Were you once like me

long ago

before you grew cold?

Before you stopped opening your heart

unguarded to love?

Before someone hurt you so badly

that you decided it was better

to hurt first

than be the one who hurt?

Sleepless.
I dare not sleep
on the places
you used to touch
cold sheets on skin
cutting like ice
and a tornado
of swirling goosebumps
rise and fall like empires that rise and fall
collapsing into a cloud of dust
and the ghost of you rises
to haunt the spaces you used to fill
in a mirage of a used to be.

Nudity. 

Unzip your heart

and show some flesh

raw and tender to the touch

I dare you to expose

the parts no one else sees

and I will bury secrets

in all your private places

to make you writhe

seeking the pleasure

of losing your innocence

all over again.

Grievous (G) Bodily (B) Harm (H). 
Someone crushed your heart so fine
that all I could do was snort that shit up
line after line you burn like ice
your shards of glass cut me into pieces
you're pure
you're ecstasy
you're my favorite stretch of speed
I wanna get down
get high
get lifted
get off
off of you.

Wild Places.
Carve your name upon a marble heart
a testament of time
when fidgeting hands will scratch initials into veins that bleed
dripping ink
till the fields flow red with desire

because when eyes grow dim and the light fades out
the skies will shine like a map made of diamonds

yet my eyes squeeze shut and my breath will give out

because as long as it has been since I last saw your face

the innocence in your eyes is so hard to erase.

Folding Into You Like A Prayer.
Your hands
are wild and wandering beasts
predators of the night
solemn soldiers in silent prayer
wordless warriors that rip and tear
taking what they will
eager fingers that gnaw and gnash
at swollen skin
marking and bruising
enter O! sacred Knights
into this carnal temple of sin
bleed me dry
and make me whole again.

Making Out.

Kiss me like you mean it

instead of making eyes

pussy-footing around the obvious

something so inevitable should not be ignored

so get over here and pull me in
break me with your embrace

and cut my mouth with your diamond studded tongue
slicing like daggers

making me numb

brand your mark all over this body

like paint on canvas
smear yourself virgin sheets

so when you are gone
I can touch myself
and call it poetry.

White Elephant.

I have to pretend that I don’t see you

walking out of that cafe we used to go to,

together.

I have to pretend that I’ve moved on

like the boundaries we built to keep people out

haven’t closed in on me,

alone.

Imaginary Wasteland.

We share precious forevers with strangers
and table scraps with those who really matter

they clutch with bloodied palms onto straws
what is left of a dying hope that glitters
fragments of broken dreams

or shattered glass that catch the light

and throw sun beams across empty rooms

for a moment we close our eyes and are taken back

to when a smile
could set the skies on fire.

Ace of Hearts.

Love is a casino

and we played hot shooters

rolling the dice

in a game of craps where even the house folds

you find yourself lost

clothed in shades of black and black

a queen among jokers

a king surrounded by fools

so you kiss as if searching for a one-bet gamble

let me be the ace

who papers your heart with rainbows

and proves to you that colour blind

is a temporary state of mind. 

Lost / Found. 

I am the traveller

wide-eyed and eager

a stranger in a strange land

lost along the curve of your hips

following the trail on your lips

you speak to me in tongues

and set my mouth on fire

your body is a hieroglyph of secrets

and my hands wander

searching for the secrets

lost to others

who have come before.