Blade in hand the heavensent
Inches closer to her face
"I've been counting down the days"
Says he.
Further down the hole he went
Losing races in a maze
Wide awake inside his craze,
Crazy.
He moves in silence
Lurking between venues
Welcome and adieu
He comes and goes
In skies and ink injections
In rejections of her heart
In breaking silence,
In his art
Of knives to Faces.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
I wonder a wonder
A squandered dream.
How sudden a movement,
How darkened a beam.
The future I dread
In the hole in my heart,
I've had to embed
In my head,
A future I say
Is the death of me.
Too bad I have wished
I were dead.
That's what the last sane person said to me.
Leaving me to wonder what else he could mean
By saying "You just shouldn't dream".
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
My last breath
Will not belong to my soul.
I will expel air from my lungs the last time
And it will become the wind.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Let's never pick up
Anything that falls to the floor.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Your arm fits
In the valley between
My waist and hips
Like the dresses
You beg me to wear,
And closes the gap
Between here and
Where we will be
Like your beloved
Golden gate bridge.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
A thunderstorm is upon us;
It drenches all the sinners here.
You are unholy, albeit harmless.
What broken trinity are we?
A god by your name
Is not a deity in this house.
We know only one God
And you don't have His name.
In one of our divinities, we embrace.
Yours alone are softer than all others.
Our breaths shudder in the night,
My chin on your shoulder.
I, weaker than any woman,
Yes, even than the Creation Mother,
Want to be the soil in which
You ground your roots.
Oh, when you do, like asteroids
I fall from the heavens. During my descent A drop of liquid traces my spine
Leaving wetness frozen in air.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC