severed hands
that used to clasp
turned to ash
blown away on hot air
eyes pooling upon the horizon
//                  
this is the world
when a heart weeps.

i found your spirit
laying at my feet
upon the ground
it was a tattered sheet
transparent threads
shreds of a spider web
i gathered in my arms
careful as glass
a sad mess
your sorry soul
i found it
i loved it
and i knew it was mine

through half lidded eyes
i gaze into the smokey expanse;
musk wafting through
sliding between fingertips
a lost lover's hand
falling slowly to rest
at the side of a body
grey with the light
shuttered out.

sweet daughter
little girl with curling hair
one day she'll hate that hair
and terrorize it
with styling machines.
sweet child holds her mother's hand
looks into motherly eyes
with awe
in a couple of years
she'll look into those eyes
with uncertainty.
soft cheeks, rosy lips
will one day crush a boy's heart.
or her heart should be crushed.

sunlight reflected in broken
jagged fragments
on the wings of an aeroplane flying north
deep in the valley of organs and
warm trickling blood.
she haunts my thoughts as a distant terror
a threat to the happiness
weaved between weathered fingers
she'll take him away
take away
with the fluctuations of her voice
cutting raw wounds in the back of
my throat.
//calmly wait
passion resonates with a sticky wet
presence
clinging wet clothes to curves.
he sees my thighs
with appraising eyes.
you must belong to me::
to my sacred heart beats--
no thoughts of california and the wreckage
she should bring

Linoleum lined cheeks
steely eyes glinting
with harsh determination.
we dwindle in the stony
silence
apart from industry
and nature's
comforting presence.

he painted the way he saw things
and he saw her lips;
deep red rubies.
he feathered the paint on his brush lightly
so as to capture the gentleness
of her clairvoyant voice
that snakes out from between those ruby lips
parted in pleasure-
pleasure from the twinkling stars
and the distorted reality
she's encased herself in;
never to understand why he
depicts her portrait
in a style
so abstract.