It’s a vital red
A scorpion’s sting
A piercing and
Unending scream
It ripped apart the
Heart of me
And still it
Goes on running

Almost out of body
Almost mad from the
Pressure of it-
Great leviathan
Crouching on my rib cage
My heart strains to grow wings,
To take flight when I glimpse
The poisonous rubies of its eyes
And when its fanged mouth opens to
Set me aflame
I wonder if
I’ll ever stop burning

At the grand party
Dressed in my best
I whirl round like a mad dervish
How to take all of the gold under my skin
All in just one night
I claw at the gates of eternity
Begging for another invitation

A Rush of spring
Ever in my veins
And the days
Kaleidoscope lace
All was Midas touched,
Pure gold
But now eternity too
Grows old

Frolicking foxes
Leap from your lips
Rip
Past the white and ruby
Toward the denouement of
Empty disputes
I watch from behind
Chain link fence slicing my fingers
The weight of my silence takes
Shape in your eyes
Heralds a rush
Of crimson blazes

Holding a broken compass
For you were my way
Feeling I might as well
Not have feet at all

Every inch a battlefield
Charred and pitted
Earth
I can admit no
Seeds
Only black
Veils
Of mourning

Love like ambrosia
Melted me to
A golden river
I thought you’d wind me
Through paradise valleys
But I find myself
Alone, in no man’s land

I turn my lips from your
Black kiss
But it drifts on the
Wind
Its poison sting finding
My trembling skin
Turning all of my gold
To ashes

I thought we built
Our walls of crystal
But glass shards fell
All around us
As we stood beneath
A blood red moon and
Wept for what had
Never been

I will never again
Hold you in a
Tangle of roses
I will never again
Touch your
Celestial skin
But like a
Lost moon
I will orbit
Your memory
Until the night
Takes me where
You’ve been

It’s on my tongue
Dripping down my bones
Its eaten away everything
So don’t be surprised, if I
Sway when I should stand
It’s like a horizon
The furthest beyond I
Can ever
see
My marble eyes crack, melt in the
Sulfur of its
sunset
With forceful strokes, I
Always paint these acrid colors

Arms full of it
Only half knowing
It was golden
Only half holding
On
Always believing
In roses, in doorways
Cut from air, leading from
Dawn to dawn