Slide across your subtle folds
Tease with fingers
Wetness
Your body always responds
It knows the touch
of me entering your honey
Slick, like a baby seal
and just as bald.

So many words
spread across so many tears.
The days add up
to dessicated husks.

"I will walk through Hell for you," he swore.

"I'd stay with you even if we were homeless," she lied.

And how the moments add up.
How they take and take and take, sapping away like the hatred for the face in the mirror.

All of these thoughts melt
like the gates between her legs
now open
to his whispered words.

Strangled by feathers
purple fades to violet
and men run as fast as they can
to women who harden to stone
see,
when invisible mistakes
are made
the solutions are just as hard
to find.
Like returning from war (the shells! the shells!)
to an empty nothing
no yellow-flowered sundress
no fruited perfume (you are fifteen again)
no soul shaking open mouth
full of teeth...tongue...soul
like it could be your death
and you'd sigh away
smiling.

When I meet your eyes
I cannot escape
the deep and vibrant
black.

My world melts away
like changing movie scenery
behind me.

My time speeds up beyond speed
and slows below time
and I am left bewildered.

An ocean is what I'd dive into for you.
My phobias are meaningless at your gaze.
Where do I go from here? What help is there?
There is the returning to wires, metal, corroded
heart.

She lit his darkened heart with light
the most beautiful he'd ever seen.
She dragged him in like a magnet
pulling black holes from the sky.
She made it impossible to escape
her grasp and be drawn into her.

Then, "one day she stiffened"
and pushed him away
and he fell into that big
black hole.

Stretched into an oblivion of time;
nothing but memories
of a light that once
burned.

Narrow ways, guild the asphalt freedom
wrapped in a steel bumper
ruining someone's day
with necessary body-shop work.

I've seen these steps before
felt this magnetism
been pulled so close
and here it is again.

Just
a
simple
step...
and...

Decision, vision, precision,
collision, scission, excision.

She pulled the trigger
blasting away all that was good
now null and void, ineffective.

The skull of love exploding
sprayed out and penetrating
the dry wall behind
like grenade fragmentation.

Now, there is no coming back.
Now, there has been a final solution.
Now, death permeates and infiltrates
the cracks made in the home
of all they had built.