Your milk it seems now was warm and wet
whispering, wanting me to forget
how you threw me to the ground and held me there with
what was your frailty

I will not bend to your memory yet
so long I have the strength to blood let
my mind of every last ounce of
what was your cruelty

I've moved on I fear
sans shedding a tear for leaving behind
what was your memory

I was built to roar and crash,
warring against your ships safety.
Desperate I unite you with my self,
and imbibe you as sacrament.

gleefully - shining
you dance over and past my tongue

for a brief moment I know you

With life wrenched, you sink
and my body is calm again.

Incendiary, explosive,
those gnashing teeth,
they hold us in their throws beneath
these seven gorgeous waves of angst

They expand but never contract,
leaving us infinitely searching for our center

And when we crash,
And we will crash,
I'll pray to your god you'll never surrender

If you do,
I can't swear I'll wait for you,
I can't promise I'll always remember.

Sometimes I dream of you

you come to me faceless, dressed formally

sitting as a man on the cusp of birth and death

behind that ink black baby grand piano you love so much

its edges well worn

you float through the vast emptiness with no beginning or end

and yet somehow your immense hands strike notes with an

unyielding vehemence and passion, never repeating yourself.

I will know you, if I have to spend all of eternity, I will know you.

that smile
it cuts through me
as a slow saunter through the thickest fog

it doesn't care for my troubles
it doesn't judge who I am

it just sits there
luminous
beneath that mirror in which I see only myself

we are the same
just letting the vestiges of life wash over us
trickling between our bodies, defining our boundaries

I ask if you'll swim out to the depths and drown with me
You happily grab my hand and we run fingertips first into the sea

Ill be your lingering cigar smoke if youll be my quivering nostalgia,
jumping at any chance to reminisce of the days when our steel frame
would test its infallibilities to the sound of our anguish

of course, were versed in this dance of discourse, this

arrhythmic,

energetic,

emotional banter.

We have performed these parts to a silent audience,
and recieved a deafening ovation.

For we own the stage,
commanding our mimed patrons respect and attention.
We astound them with our vigor and voracity as we
dance our unparalleled folly, tangled in the valleys of our eyes.

The dance will outlast our bodies, for the dance is more than we can ever be.

you're my lens refraction, my solar flare
my beautiful occupation with long dark hair
because I've got you under my skin, deep
in my heart, you occupy my ventricles
even as we're apart

your forehead to mine we have been,
sharing an energy more palpable
than reality itself

nothing
nobody
can take that from us