I am a wax wife
a parallax
a displacement of his
true love.
My position of wife
is viewed from
two lines of sight,
his and mine.
Our views are skewed
yet we remain
the same.
I'd like to relax in
His arms
as a flesh and bone
solid woman.
But, knowing you're
one of the ranks
rankles, causes
jealousy and hate
makes me want
to plant
an axe
in his head.
Time to smooth the
cracks in the wax.

A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0

Bloodshot eyes, and a lopsided smile...
Apparition of the unholy night;
You grinned at me;
like we're partners in crime.
You  traversed the innards of my mind,
through  catacombs, where deathly secrets lie;
Like you know,
we could be sinners ; and raise hell together,
Or esoteric saints,  levitating to nirvanic realms together,
Like you know..
we conspired to be strangers in this life,
In another world,;
we could spawn sweet mayhem together.
(05/11/2013)