You've destroyed me too many times
For me to allow you to poke through the rubble

Again.

We are the tin men
never the thin men
we walk in lines
within confines
never to weep
seek emortal sleep

Her clavicle found me weak
Surrendered aside my confidence
Melting into each curve
Found under the sheets

We fell hard into tomorrow
Missing pieces of ourselves
Writing history in the dark
Telling stories about god
And freedom

Two things being discovered
In the gold rush of sleep in our eyes
Fixated upon allocated perfection
Her body spoke to mine

It may be time
but then again
it may not and
if not,
then when?

I try to watch the clock, but time
appears to stand,
and standing still
I wonder if it ever
will
be time.

Pet hates of mine are few
and far between,
but in between the lines of time,
somewhere
between the chimes I read,
the time is almost here.

A bead of sweat?
not yet.
I think but then
I sink into
oblivion.

Little moist drops of heaven
       Trickling down my throat
    The heavenly burn,
                   delicious
Synonymous with an Angel's wings
               fluttering in my esophagus
     Liquid lightning, striking
          Almost blasphemous
 A devilish game of Russian Roulette
              With four shot glasses,
   Three rogues and one gent
Emotions getting looser
    Clothing getting tighter
           The taste becoming
     Sweeter
          Liquefied demon tears
Playing a wicked game
            with my insides
    Putting a beautiful curse on my mind
             Melted Whiskey Raindrops
     Sending shivers down my spine
           This hellish war of love, hate and
                    Intoxication
   Has never felt so
                  *Divine

The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you