I will fall on cold earth minerals
                  deposited by you
long void of insides
              this aperture is at it's widest
heart visible like a flower
  to be plucked
  but to departure ...
  a black dove

I am lost to the winds, but a feather, nor you the wearer -
This time is brief and incandescent,
a well salted egression ... A trade in place -
Too otherworldly for you so I sail the ocean alone,
you are shorelined and it's time -
Farewell.

I never read books
  in my earlier years;
     to learn of
        ***** placement:
           I just dig in & make a span;
       of chaos without reason.
    Left behind, victimized;
I'm proud of what I do:
  if you survive; time heals a lot,
     but I really hope you don't.

◄Tongue
        wielded
               like a knife
                   ******* vocabulary
                       without remorse
                         I penetrate your breastplate
                     with a surgeons hand
                 I dig deep
              into where soul resides
                just to etch
                  my name
                     over your spirit

Peeking into my window
making love to my skin
you bring about a smile
soon you will hide
for what will seem
like an eternity
my truest friend
covered in thick cloud
you lose to the cold
I will wait patiently
for your return

Come, prize this serpentine tongue;
in where men have been known to vagabond.
Why fancy so  l   o   n   g
                               in secret?
Only to deny your landscape,
unto barren desert.
Dared to venture these dark hallways,
where knocked on doors would be answered;
yet your desire remains tussled.

Maybe in the beginning, heart was created with no door, no gaps.
We need a collision for the sake of the collision, until it can be opened.
Maybe that's why people say love comes with hurt.
And happiness is what is harvested from the tears that are spilled.

About you who wake up in the morning with a smile, maybe in the future you're going to cry.

Maybe the guy who are with you overnight it tanked heavily, then alcohol in his stomach gave a command to kiss you.

Maybe he started to not want to lose you; admirer.
Maybe you're just like the other admirers; admirable.

Maybe he probably just borrow your heart to bubbling up his anger on someone. So your smile can be simply wraps for a painful that cringe when it is felt.

Maybe you are simply a tool for him to train his agility in flattering.

Maybe you are an incident. Incidentally when his bed was empty.

Maybe you're a good girl, may also be too good.

Maybe your hug is comfort enough to **** his spare time.

Maybe he was tired of getting to know and be known again.

Maybe you're so beautiful in his eyes, but not in his heart.

Maybe he's never too old to live with someone, so he thinks, what he feels about you is just what he has to fear.

Maybe you're just skilled in making love, but not in loving him.

Maybe the fall of you is very simple for him, just as simple as he gave his lips to you, and also to the other.

In the end, maybe, you just don't have to expect more, than a minute of happiness you receive from him.

I always figured
  there was something
something deeply wrong
with me
   but then I come here
to see
that there is
more of something wrong
with all of you
   I suppose misery loves company
or so I have been told
  but I would know of no such thing
    as all of my company
is buried
by sore shoulders

Love tongue
in cheek,
inside;
shiny teeth:
fry up your gristle,
having guests tonight;
we dine, play with our food
and display
fine raiment.
Glimmering pearl trinkets,
strung up on chains;
gifts from oral cavity:
pass a napkin?
please and thank you
all the same.