In the hush of your lingering,  
I hear whispers—  
lost things,  
unvoiced sighs,  
a heartbeat (soft),  
echoing the  
darkness.

You were a flicker,  
a flame  
in my cold night,  
a ghostly joy  
wrapped in  
tragedy,  
and I thought—  
I’d lost you,  
hopelessly  
drowning in  
memories,  
always.

Lie to me,  
as I (morph)  
into shadows;  
tell me I’m fine,  
even as I unravel,  
because we are  
two souls,  
caught  
in this storm.

Strangers,  
falling in love,  
lost in c h a o s—  
every touch  
a spark,  
every glance  
a promise,  
written in the  
stars (above).

I’ll save you,  
even if it means  
sacrificing t r u t h,  
clutching at the fragile  
beauty of  
our delusion.

So let us dance  
in the ruins,  
the world crumbling  
around us,  
embracing echoes  
of tangled desires,  
until the night swallows  
us whole & we find  
solace in the  
darkness we’ve  
created.

Lie to me as we overdose on love,  
lie to me as I disassociate  
and give birth to another me—  
a reflection,  
a shadow,  
lost in the echoes  
of what we could be,  
a heartbeat (soft)  
in the silence,  
forever entwined.

i feel your absence  
like white lilies wilting  
in a forgotten vase  
unbrushed hair  
tangled in yesterday’s dreams  

names slip away  
like whispers in the wind  
each memory  
a fragile thread  
unraveling  

mother of the holy hands  
do you feel her touch  
in the spaces between us?  
trees whisper secrets  
the air thick with  
what once was  

unsure hands  
questioning eyes  
searching for answers  
in the echoes of silence  
where are your children?  

once greetings  
now good-byes  
water-soaked  
in a white cotton nightdress  
the fabric of our lives  
fraying at the edges  

yet we hold on  
to the flicker of warmth  
the pulse of love  
navigating this maze together  
finding our way home  
even in the dark

The angel
Draws the Glock
With a swift flick of motion
Pulls the trigger
A bullet rips through your core~
As it strikes
The truth unveils
The show begins.
You kick & slam
But the enigmatic door remains~
You gave it your all
Concluding the telecast
Your white sore in a red hole
Rot, maggots & gore.
A true crucifixion of your soul.

~Burning in vengeance~

Now you face the mind~
A chasm carved by arrogance.
& now,
I become the angel
Trigger poised in suspense.

love is a wild
   whispering river
        where hearts t u m b l e
          in sweet chaos,

sacrifices linger—
   soft shadows,
      breathless echoes of
        what we give,

i am a pearl
   of kindness
      resting on your tongue,
         a promise,
         a fluttering
      in the d a r k.

nature cradles
   our wounds like
      fragile flowers,
         blooms of forgiveness
      s t r e t c h i n g toward the
            light of new beginnings,

in the womb of the universe,
   we breathe life into dreams,
      acknowledging the
         precious moments,
   sharing secrets
      whispered in the night—

and in the soft
   embrace of dying,
      we find the
         thread of healing,
   weaving yesterday
     into tomorrow—

oh, how we dance,
   the endless embrace,
      two souls
         spinning in
    the bittersweet
   rhythm of existence,

celebration in every touch,
   a symphony of heartbeats,
      where joy and sorrow
         i n t e r t w i n e,
   crafting a tapestry
      rich with love’s
   enduring grace.

In the quiet of our hearts,  
where the shadows hold our secrets,  
I feel her touch,  
tracing the scars of our stories,  
mapping the
                             constellations  
woven into our skin—  
the universe conspiring,  
whispering truths we’ve long
                                             forgotten.  

We are not just observers;  
we are the keepers of tender hopes,  
nurturing thoughts like fragile blooms,  
each one a promise,  
a breath caught in the stillness,  
waiting to unfurl in the light,  
a heartbeat echoing  
through the corridors of our souls.  

I shiver under the weight  
of this endless journey,  
where endings are merely doorways,  
and in every shadow,  
a spark of light flickers,  
the way we shed our pasts,  
embracing the cycle,  
the gentle sway  
between night and day.  

In the pulse of our connected hearts,  
we are reborn,  
the echoes of who we were  
intertwined with who we’ll be,  
lovers hidden in the twilight,  
bound by threads of silence,  
in this sacred space,  
we discover our true selves,  
held close in the arms of our humanity,  
the cosmos  
nestled in our palms,  
waiting for  
the dawn of clarity,  
like a whisper aching to
                      
                                     break free.