Let me lay down in the bed of poetry
you keep underneath
the soft curves of your skin
and let me sleep in
until it is time to dream again

let your smile be the sun
and the moon and the sky
forever painted black and blue
and bruised with the brush strokes  
of love lost and found
and fought for and kept

weave the magic in your pulse
into the madness of my heartbeat
and spill your words of blood and anguish
and sorrow and triumph
into the silence of the conversation
between the color and wonder
of your eyes gazing hypnotically
into the horror and the void
and monsters living
in the dark pools of mine

build bridges between
the broken pieces of me
and the stars you keep
under your skirt
and we will live in our own universe
where everything hurt
has a place to find comfort
and every comfort knows
the way back
from the place where we hurt

where dreams know that nightmares
are part of the stage and the play
and that life even in death
must always go on
and should we forget our lines
we just need to listen
to the song of the leaves
and the words in the wind

we will be the forest
and the bears and the wolfs
and the dragons and the clouds
and the fire and the howls
and the fairy and the tale
and the language we make up
as we write poetry underneath
the beds of our skin

propel unrealistic ideas
love can destroy, even believers
love is a life sentence
love could be amputated in seconds
thinking about these roses in hindsight
I never saw the beauty, the light was too bright
lost in the waves of my thoughts

each hunch was on life support
every breath taken, sigh of hope
food for thought, each idea was a spiritual loaf

cardiac arrest, the departure of the heart
as the body and soul aren't in conjunction
relocate.
to a place where the sun wakes up to a fresh start
dawn kisses dusk to caress a weathered heart
her heart an epitaxy
crystal needles pierce the flash to create art
a procreation of violet pieces an amethyst
re-ignition at the confluence

from irregular patterns,  the beauty leaves the gods in awe
and muted the antichrist
the heart now swings like a pendulum
the rhythm is the silent serenade for the deaf