your body is a temple is a well known concept
not taken seriously by the majority, I am no guru
my body is a machine, but I am no robot, is another
stardust is the closest I feel to the reality, and I am no star
more a mixture of earth wind and fire, plus a lot of water

my mouth is like a desert
sore, raw, and sandy
a place the heat of the midday Sun
decided to rest in
now I blow radiation from lips
chapped and flaking pink skin
I could eat a lizard fresh just for its blood
to trickle on my swollen purple tongue
but reaching for the red wine in the fridge
is so much easier.

I am a desert and you are a tsunami and god I am ******* craving what will never exist.

deafened by absence
struck dumb by beauty
memories can slay you

this outer-man, this shell
knows nothing of love
he can only stumble
as the world looks on
and write of that eluding
heart longed for, for love

she hadn't
felt anything
for so
long
she started
to thank people
for hurting her.

white-out-sea-fog
envelopes all
sounds of ghostly
goings on
somewhere out there
along the invisible shore
a man calls to his dog
and seagulls answer
grounded unable to fly