Adept in the hunt, but he won’t confess
Peel back her flaws and you’ll find a sense of royalty
Perfectionists, either of the two
Different means scoping out the same prize numbering few
Never doubt her sense of causality
Indifference harbored for every casualty
Can’t understand his loosening gaze
But you’ll find yourself transfixed evermore
each day
They pry for the human experience
They prey, they prey

Her sharp painted claws tear at your flesh
His firm grip & sensual breath alleviate all stress
Never the wiser you’ll surely play into their games
But you’re nothing more than another steak to claim
Broken & blessed
You’ll be enthralled by her linen tongue
Confused & transfixed
His hands can surely do no wrong
But those marks of love traced through your porcelain skin
Stand nothing to reason once you’re spellcast their kin

My love, you’ve opened yourself
to freedom from a dance you never wished to start
My heart, my bride, with unfathomable pride
we part here now, but our lathe will turn again

you’ll be sent out to sea
Or maybe to the clouds
Among the stars we shall dance
When our hands meet below six cellars
You cannot be bound
by five senses, nor the ground
You cannot be tamed
by disease or earthly sway

In time we will have climbed the same
Staircase to the above
In time we shall embrace
Atop the same starface, so divine
And we’ll never once again know
What it means to be cold
And we’ll never once again be
without our love to be seen
We’ll never part again when I find my blessing once more in the hereafter

My dear, Goodbye

Goodbye

My love, Goodnight

Goodnight

Rising sun bakes morning dew
as grass claws up grasping for salvation
Geese take flight through morning breeze
as clouds dance their final steps to oblivion
So too is my life but a fleeting euphoria
Burning & racing to make haste with ticking time
Come sunset my hourglass will trickle to but a single grain
and my soul will be free of its sunburnt waltz
While the sun turns evermore teasing the earth, my heart will be rekindled
And come sunrise tomorrow
Or the next day
Or the next week
Or the next year
So too will my love for the youthful hours of daybreak to dusk
But for now I relinquish my passion for warmth
And embrace the night in my hurrisome steps
For as the grass slumbers, and the clouds part, it’ll be my heart bleeding in tempo with the rhythm of the dark
And when my heart bleeds dry, and my soul no longer yearns
It’ll be I who joins the earth in its praise of the sun
Once more happy
Once more whole
My sun will rise again, but for now I dance through the night

A phantom sits at the edge of my bed, greeting me every morning
whispering to me as I sleep
The words they hum, contrived, their meaning escapes me
Yet I know, and I feel, and I see, and I taste their meaning; their bitterness
You haunt me
You haunt without repose
You haunt without reason
The soul we once created through the meshing of our hearts had flickered away long ago, as if a burnt out Jin
Yet here you impose upon me what’s long past
You sing me songs and tell me stories of a time I can no longer comprehend
And your words, as a saw blade, grind through me, turning my bedroom into little more than a tree mill
This torture, ceaseless
I toss and turn, but your voice does not escape the echo chamber of my head
Our love was a burden
Your love was a burden