The slow expand of your pupils
was a synonym for love in
the greatest minimalist sonnet
ever writ.
Over the board, your faces urges 'your move',
I look down at my row of letters
weigh the points
and know you've won.
He'll be the fork
I'll be the spoon
We'll sit down
For dinner and
dessert
too soon
she felt
the wind blow today
her blood raced
around the block
like a child
in the suburbs
her knees
buckled like
twigs in
a firestarter's
hands
he ran them together
the right way
light crackled
logic failed
hearts leapt
into autumn's walls
they surrendered
to the season
Can I drown in the sweet sorrow of your passion?
Bask in the drips of your essence and savor your liquid ecstasy.
Stare in awe at the contours of your body as it bends to my very will.
Making you feel as real as this fantasy world we have thrusted ourselves into.
Your soft whimpers caresses my ears as our spirits are driven by their own Heaven and Hell.
The rapid movements of your ribcage soothes my ravenous soul as our bodies intertwine with each other.
The aroma of our mixture captivates my subconscience as we're climbing towards your highest peak.
Your petite thighs clenching onto my physique build as the wave of nirvana overpowers your psyche.
She slowly drifts away from our fantasy world, leaving me here to dwell on her forsaken sorrow.
My body yearns to hear your voice in the endless darkness as it awaits for your return.
Can I cross the threshold into your garden of Eden one last time?
one diamond winter evening
for want of a human heart
i scaled an ancient mountain
only to find there was no air
and died quiet beneath aurora
and the glacier's doleful stare.
your deepest scars
lie in your brain
where i cannot kiss them
until you let me make-better
kit, you've trusted hands to pet you
and trotted into snares
more than once
and now there's a vast expanse of
"come on out now, you're safe from harm"
far as the eye can see
wide open green and golden this-is-really-good
but you're haunted by steel and teeth
throwing you to the ground
a pain memory that makes you bite
until the ecosystem i built cannot remember
how to make flowers.
let the earth i've grown need you
without fear of what anchors you
let the sky i've thrown adore you
without suspicion of why it's bothered to watch
little fox, let me cultivate this garden around us
because it's a good one
more beautiful with you
the deepest scars lie in your brain
where i cannot kiss them.
Let me make-better
because i'm made better
by you
let me keep you, little fox
and i'll grow you flowers
the most beautiful you've ever seen
unto this little earth
gilded with trees
like the owl and the pussycat
my fox and me.
I want to be the crayon you choose.
You're staring at me- is it flecks of her irises?
Pixel fragments of your- your broken girl
singing in a car fatuous teenaged maddening
your beautiful agony one?
Her colours ran so deep, ocean, lightning,
I'm snared in pastel drapes, twisting, biting.
Does the bruised heart still beat
in your chest? Or in hers?
Is it that I have her poise when I walk?
Your ears- strain for her timbre when I talk?
When you hold me the tightest are you grasping at shards
of another doomed crossing of stars?
Is your future wrapped away
sterilized in gauze?
I've got a leaky rowboat to carry you
from a hurricane of nowhere.
I never want you to live up to her.
Don't you see? Don't you see?
How could I
-how could I possibly-
be brave enough
To let you love her and love her
with my little wolf heart?
Until your soul is spent
until she's torn you apart.
I -burn- to know your reckless, your passion,
in a home it can at last belong.
I howl to keep you, little fox
your heart starting fires safe in my den,
to let old love out.
To let new love in.
what am I doing wrong?
Your love is the wind
compass reeling
in fearsome gusts.
My love is the water
rushing rising
and carrying away.
He had a heart of stone
Strangled by thorn and shadow
Halfway into the night already
Consumed by the need to feed
No spirit could fill him up
Searching for his well spring
Their blood was twisted but destined
A light to keep the age of gods warm
He could sense her close
Summer honey suckle over powering the tang of sea salt love letters
She calls to him from across the sea
His heart answers in mournful melody
The fear of never knowing her touch
Haunts him well into the dark
Waking fitful and drenched
Her name a whisper in the blackness on his desperate lips
He wonders if she suffers the way he does
Questing always for clues to her capture
He will find her
No matter how long it takes
No matter how far
He will find her
knowing your body's every line when I
watch you dress in oblivious rush
so long since we've ever been shy
your skin still makes me blush.
