you are my vampire.
the blood that falls off,
drips from the slits on my wrist
or cuts on my thighs.
you cause them.
you drive your sharp teeth into me,
and level marks.
my heart with puncture wounds.
your vangs are the
nightmare
of my days.

what do i have
that you could want?

you’ve flown like missiles
swam like submarines
i haven’t counted grains of sand on the beach

i haven’t roared the thunders
or painted islands,
…and yet you look at me?

fluid, I find myself
sprinkled glitter on canvas
songs, I lift with the Anthus
agazed with the black dye of hour’s twelfth

for such a beauty is that bank of wealth
that calls the day and marks the annus
it holds the sparkles, the light they grant us
it is the shadow to use for stealth

have we made lights that rival our days
that our perception we drown?
too often we crowd the stage
with enough light to go around
it may be time to disengage
and admire the background

… spirit and flesh …
… light and darkness …
… the moment before you come …
Is the promise of a new life.
It’s there - but will you take it?

flat on my back;
muscles seized
after an overdue  
workout.
resting,
trying to relax,
I know it'll
just take time to
work out.

coming off the high
of whatever  it was
a heavy realization that it was just
a haze of smoke from a burning moment

you never loved
you just needed someone to say it to
i was filling in time
while waiting for you
like a speck of light
from a cigarette
extinguished
in the cold night

ever since you left that day
it's like you're waiting
just outside the ports
for the right tide
to receive my clearance
you'll wait until after
the last clap of thunder