She had that
octopus smile,
always reaching for
something.
I was her small
fish; her handmaid.
I lived in her nebulous
world for far too long.
Inky confusion...

There's a reason for
your treason, said the
old man to the shark,
but Hem forgot, a beast
is a beast, they do
beastly things.
We all have to eat.

I'm done being the
meal.
It's your Ocean,
I'm just trying to
swim in it.

You're an oyster,
and I want your
pearl,
but I won't drown
for it.

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.

If jewels could speak
They would speak your name
As
The criminal who stole their craft

Nightmares dream of you
Perfect candidate
Sweet blooded
Through and through

Your name is a fairytale
How much horror do you hold.

Your prince bangs at the door
Let him
Let his brash knuckles bleed dry

I could smell a song
Written for you
Each note would sigh
Of red Rubys

Prologue

To write poetry for you
Is to write to the Creator

For which mortal would know words
That the Divine had not heard before

Omniscient you could see me now
Shaking hands than ever

How could they ever second your art?

Words of the Crater

The words I could not think of
You wrote Into existence
With your heart

Like the Creator wrote you and I
To belong to the same
From our depart

To write for you
I’d learn every word you ever spoke
So your tongue would not tire
With my plagiarism.
Every word is yours.

All my words
Are yours.

Within each sinner I search for you
Wonder if my words would retreat the same
Would the fires be lit
In the homes they might build me too

With the Face of the moon
Was it your soul I searched for
those melancholic nights,
Already waiting within the lesser sky

Only a single curtain swipe separating us.

Crafted moon rock,

Is that what I might feel
To brush your skin
Underneath

Are they your moonbeams that my windows know?

To think you could not become more
Divine
Your hands carve a new path
Even the angels would cease
To believe was made of the same atoms
As the oceans,
The stars of the night sky.

Do I burden your soft eyes
With this scripture
You prewrote

Could you hear my words
If I spoke them to you
Like within our bewitched nights

Or would they dissipate
Before your ears
As your soul had told them to me
In all those lives before.

Why can I feel you even in the dark?

Where do you go when you aren’t in my thoughts?

Are you still there?
I swim through murky waters
No matter where I am
Until I find you again.

Everything is sadder without you.

I sit on the beach and you are here

Your name is whispered subtly between sliding waves
Each grain of sand beneath my feet feels like you,
familiar yet
ultimately untouchable.
Every sunset drips
With tears of your smile;
Reincarnating beauty.
I bathe in it.
I never got tired of looking at you.

It will hurt again tomorrow.

But for now I could laze for too long
Immersed in your golden warmth pulsing from beneath the sand.
Lying too long
It gets chilly; your sunlight fades.
Your warmth decides to leave with it.

And I’m left with just my towel,
Grains of you scattered all over me,
And the burn marks branding my skin.