The sound of your voice has been a
Bittersweet symphony since you
decided that touch was too
Much between us, I see your
Walls getting thicker, sea your
Shells smelling salty, waves
Crashing all around us, save your
Breathe dear child, Ill
never understand you anyway...
I miss the taste of your lips anyway...

Can't sleep and
Can't think straight
Twisting scenarios
Blistering sores
Scratching the wound
Because it ******* itches
Ripping at scabs
Until I **** the infection
Crimson blood spills
Its an obsession
Its an addiction
And I can't ******* sleep
Until its quiet.

I'm sorry I stopped writing for you...
Perhaps that's why you've forgotten?
I thought my actions now could suffice
So busy I didn't notice we were rotten.

I have been praying for more time alone
The children require so much attention.
Money's been tight, but still on occasion,
I wish I could buy back certain decisions.

Please, don't take this plea for granted...
I thought, at least, we have potential.
Romance is fickle as season changes
Still, my heart for you longs for Easter

Look both ways
Stop before you cross
Remember the days
Forget about your flaws
Try on their shoes
Feel, they're souls
Spirits speak truth
Water fills my bowl
See through my eyes
Light bringing fire
Every star dies
Whirling black pyre
Burning bushes whisper
What I command of man
To do unto others
Whatever Good you can.

The Eyes
We see with our
Appetites
Not what we need
But what we greed

My jagged teeth
Feed me bloodshed
My brain NEEDS it
By God as I pray
I'm being preyed upon

Do you ******* Soul?
Swallow my whole
****** down a black hole
Lets talk about how
None of this is even ******* real.

Practically real at least
Floating out in space
Existing as geometrical shapes
Shaded by our history
Trying to remember
How exactly light works?...

Running fingers over the ridges of your rib cage
Sliding gently down your spine
Feelings linger over the bridges of time and age
Your beautiful eyes are divine.

Tightly woven fabrics define your curvature
Patterns carve out your mind
Brightly colored magicks entwine our pleasure
Tattered edges by design.

Dreadlocks twisting like branches from a tree
Matted blonde bow ties.
The shock that kissing you causes in me
Goosebumps couldn't lie.

Our time here, together, is sacred to me
I pray for daily reminding
Our childhood fears doused in good company
The Lovers light is shining.