the bind of leather
the drip of wax
the snap of the whip
and the bite of chain
around my neck.

I have always yearned for this,
the one who knows just how to
control my body and
make me submit.

But you've given me just a taste.
One night where you entranced my
each and every nerve.
And ever since, We've been tame and loving,
but I long for another night like the first.

So I tempt and tease with
harmless disobedience.
Just to feel your hands at my throat
and my back ****** against the wall
With the quietest throaty whisper
a glimpse of the dark man that
I long to share this bed with again.

If I wrote in rhyme,
with satisfying time,
would you like it?

Does it comfort you
seeing stanzas of two,

And is it pleasing
without any meaning?

Do you mind it?

And if I were to stumble
on my own words and
my thoughts crumble
beneath the structure

of beautiful nothingness
and regress

to complexity that resembles more
the disjointed thoughts of our souls
the pain and ugly in our hearts
the way we might actually speak (gasp!)
and think
and hope
and hurt
--is that not beautiful enough
for your poetic sensibilities?

If not, I understand
and will no longer clash
my words like waves that crash
on the unforgiving sand.

You may find much to see,
but this poem means nothing to me.

I climb to the edge of sacrifice
and I grasp the feeling within my hands
and pray that I am right
as I set the dove free
it was released forever from the likes of me
too beautiful of a thing to be caged
and as it flew I fell

Today I walked in from work
Making my way throught the strange and quiet house.
I couldn't understand when I walked into my room and saw you snuggled in my blanket
My bed has never looked so warm and so inviting
Your red hair spilling all over the pillows
Cascading into the shadow
I laid down fully dressed
Laying there in a dream
You are evreything that I will ever need
My best friend
pocketwatch
rain cloud
kissing booth

So strange to see your lips agian
Pursed and perfect
Red stained Beautiful

All so warm and simple
Not like the others
Her whole life is sweet and gentle

You can watch the parts of my life you touch
Turn away from the stoney lonesome
Your vines, your ivy, sweet smelling flowers
Wearing angel soft petals bloom in the pale moon

So what is left for me?
What more do I need?
I have my "Shelter from the Storm"

So
a long tired kiss is in order
on sleeping lips
soft and unkowing

Curling up in the warmth next to her
The flower wrapping her warm petals about me
I need nothing else in this world
As I begin to drift off into sleep so complete
A rustling on the bed beside me
Warm lips touch my ear
I hear her breathe "thank you"
and like that she left me there

I wake up alone
On this old couch
Sunlight creeping in through the broken blinds
In this trash apartment
In this nowhere town
Sober

I am colorblind you know
It is not too hard to live without something you have never known
The fog was heavy and thick- a sharp figure is walking down the side of the street
He  pierces the thick cloud like a thorn/ I imagine how she must see him
His shadow stretching impossibly long against the lamps
I try to imagine life without color
How we must look sitting here
Beneath an infinite amount of stars that are impossibly far away
I watch her shadow as she stands and walks out onto the street
How she must see things
"this is quite a beautiful way to see I think
though most of my friends say...it would **** not to see color."


She spoke of my friend Ben Ezra
Who bought her a cup of tea
She sipped and gagged it down
Feeling something growing inside her
and twisting

Then she told me in words
How the voice inside her
Was speaking so loudly
That it drowned out the car ride
down this same old street
and then she looked
a stop sign was red
and leaves turned green from gray
She looked down at her hands
Colors poured into the car like water around her

I am fake
A plastic flowerpot that leaks
A **** puddle on the floor
Cement barriers are behind my eyes
It would be so easy to choke the life from you
I would really dig my nails in
And take your flesh with me
Behind my lost dreams
Among the vibrating crimson nightmares
I will see your face forever
on each blank canvas i will see your face
In black and red paint
In blue and yellow paint
The ache inside me is revealed
i turn away from the blank canvas
I am caught up in webs
spun in the shadows of my mind
Momentarily these words will be finished
and our lives will continue

I am the ivy
I grow slowly over the corridors
Over the barricades
Apparently unnoticed
Until I haunt your hearts shade
But why do I return
Cut me down
I come back
Destroy me completely
And death is what I lack
I expect hurt done to my fresh green skin
But you revived everything
Once my heart let you in