Those endorphic nights,
wrapped like snakes,
Shared blood in one soul,
we made our promise, carved it in stone,
now it just cuts me down to the bone.

Played our end game, created the path,
‘mongst the spirits, grasping rain,
midnight tears so cold and alone,
It will always cut me down to the bone.


© H V Swan

One for my shaking hands and the nail in the coffin
I haven’t been the same since then and I think I buried too much of myself with you
Two for the year we spent together without the sun
My darling Love I was not meant to be kept between four walls
Your lips were not enough to sustain me
And your hands could not hold tight enough
But in some ways I think I’m still there with you
Three for the hollow eyes you turned out to be
I gave you too much and lost what little you gave me
Does happiness still elude you when you sit still for too long
Or are you content when you feel his arm around you
Four for the parking lot that I know I’ll never forget
I don’t feel your hand in mine anymore
The taste of your lips doesn’t linger like it did
Your voice is no longer clear in my ears
I don’t remember what its like to hold you
And that scares me more than anything
Five for the disconnect
I lose something in every dream I have now
Because its all I can honestly remember
*~W.C.

I love kisses-
they arm warm, soft, sometimes kinda gross
they make you feel appreciated and wanted
sometimes you catch little bursts of other peoples' dreams in them
and little spurts of hope and desire
I love kisses because I use them to express my love
and that I simply have no better way to tell them
no words or hug is good enough, so I must take the next step
THIS is how much my affection is for you
but what is confusing is the line drawn- the hug
cannot be the epitome of love but you cannot kiss someone
without it being romantic- why must the epitome of love
be romantic? why must things change now
and why must it be not-the-same and confusingly
not how I meant it? kisses are beautiful things
and I would like to share them with as many people as I can
not to say 'quantity over quality' but rather
that I would like to spread as much love, warmth, softness, and
kind-of-grossness as I can until my time here is done.

I wish you heard,
Diablo cries here,