Crying,
Sweating,
In a kinetic trance
Thinking of you.
Breaking down,
breaking down to shed appearances,
the appearances left over
from bartering with people.
I run in between the two worlds,
between highways through the woods at night,
on unknown roads to distant cities,
down fire escapes and back alleys,
to find you on the other side.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Exit
One drop
in a sea of human faces
was my drink for a day..
ran through my body,
pulsed in my skin,
impressed an image upon my mind,
and then became a tear
touching my face
leaving me
with only the salt on my lips
to taste.
in a sea of human faces
was my drink for a day..
ran through my body,
pulsed in my skin,
impressed an image upon my mind,
and then became a tear
touching my face
leaving me
with only the salt on my lips
to taste.
Undertow
Unaware of your approaching embrace
I hang in your arms
drunk with love,
unable to lift my head from the tie that binds me
to your neck,
like shackles on a chain,
like armor wrapped tight around the body,
weighing me down,
drowning me in a reckless sea,
effortlessly pulling me down
beneath the undertow.
I hang in your arms
drunk with love,
unable to lift my head from the tie that binds me
to your neck,
like shackles on a chain,
like armor wrapped tight around the body,
weighing me down,
drowning me in a reckless sea,
effortlessly pulling me down
beneath the undertow.
Ricochet
I came to you
like scissors to a knife
expecting an embrace.
I came to you
looking for an answer to my disgrace
and found
a puddle at the bottom of an empty barrel, reflecting my face.
I feel the crease of your presence
though you have left me behind;
haunting you with my mind, I find
your vacant place.
like scissors to a knife
expecting an embrace.
I came to you
looking for an answer to my disgrace
and found
a puddle at the bottom of an empty barrel, reflecting my face.
I feel the crease of your presence
though you have left me behind;
haunting you with my mind, I find
your vacant place.
Horus
He walks in silence over broken bones,
bits of pain that feed his soul
of lust for power, tender shocks
that kill a subtle girl;
her age is young, her lace is frayed
and trampled on the floor he played.
No one will know
how to undismay her anxious fright.
Let’s sit alone, lovely boy-
rings of questions in your hair,
tangled down the dreaded locks
that weave you into dry despair.
I have a wet, uncontrolled river,
running down my satin face,
underground through secret tunnels
to dark oceans under space.
I am a doll you played with there-
the latex curls of my hair,
the heart of air, the sanded face
gave you a dark and secret place.
And now, my dresses, torn in shreds,
strap me in an empty room.
Waiting for my doom, I read
your empty face.
Locks of lonely pain and hate
frame his Horus face.
He walks around a cryptic chart,
dark circles in his heart, he prays
to himself.
bits of pain that feed his soul
of lust for power, tender shocks
that kill a subtle girl;
her age is young, her lace is frayed
and trampled on the floor he played.
No one will know
how to undismay her anxious fright.
Let’s sit alone, lovely boy-
rings of questions in your hair,
tangled down the dreaded locks
that weave you into dry despair.
I have a wet, uncontrolled river,
running down my satin face,
underground through secret tunnels
to dark oceans under space.
I am a doll you played with there-
the latex curls of my hair,
the heart of air, the sanded face
gave you a dark and secret place.
And now, my dresses, torn in shreds,
strap me in an empty room.
Waiting for my doom, I read
your empty face.
Locks of lonely pain and hate
frame his Horus face.
He walks around a cryptic chart,
dark circles in his heart, he prays
to himself.
The Kiss
Blood soaked moon
floating in a velvet sky
watches me like a haunting eye.
I’m turning to you,
blood-stained lips and sacred dress,
hair of black hiding your hot breath,
you watch me like a vampiress.
Curled beneath the hidden veil,
a tongue unwinds the choking tale
of lovers lost and longed for.
A ring is found
among the patterned twisted sheets
in embroidered mounds of blankets
where two lovers finally meet.
A crown of rubies,
glittered in a golden case,
adorns the hand around my neck,
as I approach her haunting face.
The kiss of hunger
wakes me from a helpless trance;
I pant under the heavy moon
and look for you.
floating in a velvet sky
watches me like a haunting eye.
I’m turning to you,
blood-stained lips and sacred dress,
hair of black hiding your hot breath,
you watch me like a vampiress.
Curled beneath the hidden veil,
a tongue unwinds the choking tale
of lovers lost and longed for.
A ring is found
among the patterned twisted sheets
in embroidered mounds of blankets
where two lovers finally meet.
A crown of rubies,
glittered in a golden case,
adorns the hand around my neck,
as I approach her haunting face.
The kiss of hunger
wakes me from a helpless trance;
I pant under the heavy moon
and look for you.
The Finger
Brittle Seamstress,
designer of my fate,
makes me do the sewing.
With fickle tears
she laughs at my distress.
How many hands must you steal
before you find the urge
to use your own?
designer of my fate,
makes me do the sewing.
With fickle tears
she laughs at my distress.
How many hands must you steal
before you find the urge
to use your own?
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