Flashing champagne pearls of desire
in your wanting grin,
A bed of roses fall on to the sheets
from your ordinary mouth,
I find romance laced in your rough discarding of
my fabric shrouds and insecurities.
understanding in delicate gestures of sentiments
in your wide sweeping lusty eyes
hoards of passion described
in your grasping of my soft flesh to hardening
deducing wondrous compliments
tangled with pert nuances in your hardness
Finding warmth and comfort wrapped
In your loving vice locked eye to eye
I find your soul sprouting words of ardorous poetry
in the soft languages of our making love.
just two lost hearts
wearing into each other
and tearing apart
tangled in one another
before the start
of a lover's
dream; it's hard
to be apart.
every achy bone inside me a relic
of the former self still inhabiting this shell.
exquisite fossils of the life once lived
my silhouette, housed in rock,
yet the softest part of me rotted out.
the vacancy in my expression
mirrors the hollowed out spaces
between each rib and every "what if"
my lungs carry haunted cries
apparitions you forged in my memory
phantom fingers singed the word
“remember” into my paper skin.
i am still smoldering.
chambers of my heart filled with cobwebs;
every strand of silk an unfulfilled wish.
we are still tangled up.
the spiders have crawled from our throats
but the dust is settling.
your fingers have intertwined
with the segments of my spine,
fists taking root in my chest, cradling a stone heart.
knuckles bent comfortably around each vertebrae,
your hands are cold.
the weight of all my sins is crushing me,
i suppose i should have noticed
when you read the lines in my palm like an obituary.
- m.f. & j.a
On monochrome highways I chase your dreamcoat encapsulated body.
I’ll swallow you like codeine, soothing the cuts serrated words left on my esophagus.
With stolen wine, embittered lips, naked naked naked blindness, we are gasping for carbon dioxide,
screaming never leave, please don’t leave. You direct the moon of your eye into my light-starved system.
And then come morning, run your hands along my gilded wrists, chip away the paint, it falls into molehills on beaten wooden floors.
Let your teeth grow crooked because you hate the straight and narrow.
Pick at your scabs, create redness you swear is moonburn.
Speak in banalities, cross your heart, my eyes, and swear you don’t.
Graffiti yourself in rainbows unless someone ventures into your venn diagram borders in which case drape yourself in blackness, like that one angsty midnight you suffered through.
Maybe ebony will then be enough, maybe you’ll finally be art, maybe you can hang yourself on the walls of museums, maybe you’ll be praised and detractors can not see through shut eyes.
Trademark yourself and I promise I won’t become tangled in your legalities.
I’ll just tangle my hair in your fingers when the oxygen goes sour in my own bedroom and I want to be wanted.
Her eyes are small bite pieces of chocolate and I want to call her eye candy but I have stopped objectifying women because I found a woman who is as sweet as she is strong.
She grazes my earlobe back and forth until I smile. We are in her bed, tired from lovemaking, happy from lovemaking, indulgent from lovemaking.
Her forehead is touching my cheekbone and her legs have tangled my leg and I hope they stay that way forever.
Her cream colored blanket keeps us warm and secure from the bitter cold of a December Sunday.
She traces her thumb over my lower lip and I tremble with satisfaction. Her hand slips under the blanket and inside my black slacks. She grabs a hold of my penis.
She pushes my head toward her face so that my eyes lock on to her eyes. Those small bite pieces of chocolate melting my soul, making me quiver a pleasure that is immeasurable and nuanced.
Its 10 p.m. my time which means it's 11 p.m. yours and I'm sure you're tangled in each other’s mess. And Let me guess, you miss me. Darling don’t miss me. Cause I know in a few years from now you won’t remember my eyes you said you want to stare into. My smile you like so much. My face you want to kiss. My lips you desire to feel. Nothing last forever and me of all people should have carved that into my skull. Carved it behind my own two eyes so when I close them all I can focus on are those three words. Nothing lasts forever. You might someday think so, saying your vows and promising forever, but nothing is. And if you think it's forever till death then that's not the forever that's on my mind. No, the forever on my mind is the forever that never dies. Cause love never dies. Being mortal though, we do die. We do wither into old ages and still believe in the love that is given. Or the love that is deserved. Love is eternal though, and although we are not eternal, we are not forever, we have the sense that love is. So what's that say about us. It says that our thoughts and ideas of love are not what is written in the dictionary so long ago. It's what we believe in our hearts. And that my friends- Is not something I can define for you. It doesn't have boundaries so how can you define something so wild? How can you take a four lettered word and make many other words fit together to describe what we have. You can't. And if one day you find the definition of love let me know. Cause I want to see them too. Yes. Them. Not it. Them is the word used related to people. It is the word used to relate things. Items. And your definition of love will fit every word that you cannot say. Cannot describe. And when you feel love it will feel inviting. And trust me when you smell love it will bring back sensations that haven't been there since your first encounter on the playground. Cause all the best memories happen there. In the complete and utter bliss you can hardly recall, because it was so long. Wish me well also that someday I experience everything you sense when you meet love. Although I hold less luck than you, kiss me goodnight and I'll KNOW that everything is alright.
there is a mess of barbed wire
tangled in my thoughts
the more i struggle out of it
the more intertwined it becomes
it's filled with darkness
i cannot find my way out
i need your help
i need your help
The sunlight settles on the floor
Where you once stood.
The dust that's scattered
Across the broken floorboards
Resembles your shape.
Everything reminds me
Still lingers in the air
To the back of my throat .
Shadows now creep
Upon the empty sheets
That we where once
That was once filled
With your laughter
You left without a trace
Yet what you left behind
The sun rise, shine and set
The leaves are green, orange or red
The sea is calm, stormy or frozen
Water is lakes, rivers or oceans
The soul is living, regretting or dying
Hearts are breaking, healing or lying
Your eyes are lively, luminous or bleak
Our minds are mad, tangled or weak
I find that everything is constantly changing
but it seems that only I am perpetually unchanging
Yet Creating the vesper of Imaginations is such Beauty,
lies in the dry foliage of life’s blighted,dull rooted plant,
Tired oft my longing desires,bounded,warmth and more
Is My soul quiet silence as past winds to me never more
To soothe the Body,nor the frame of its tangled fairness be
Nah! Nah! the muse’s never its spirit die,O’ muse
The adroit hero,the long traveler the widest of his destined degree..
Where strives he,and whom visits many roads to desired joy…his joy!
Yet,many as rejections, I am now, O’save me muse from
Wheresoever i seeks the nations pride,to accompany my quest and let
knowledge surging here yet suffering like meteors awhile,
This, this soft,my soul can’t bear,
But by my dreams so beautiful as I can,dreams worth,worth,
As I writ in water!
When you come closer to me
And I just take a step inward! and kiss thee!!
Come forward be the western isle side,then east and west!
Then forward unbolt,my feelings,my tortures and hide n’t to time,
As none dare stop moving it any,yet come dare my muse..
From that hopeful sanctuary u shall clad,
And when my eyes are fill to guess
Thence You come closer me....