Paper dolls gathered all around
With sticks and stones
And bones in the ground
All wait in line for venom
To course through the pins of violent delights
Ice and fire
Fire and ice
Voodoo in its politest form
Whimsy, witchcraft and throwing rice
Burn the ghosts of a ferocious past
And a love left forlorn

Our tongues are our shovels
As we dig our graves
Kiss by kiss we fall in
De
     ep
         er
Into our mess we have made

A Crook once told me,
"You are not a painting
You are a river
You have curves you bend you flow
You change
You are allowed to
Because you are not permanently one thing
You flow"

He's restless. With bile in his throat
And adrenalin in his veins
He's living long before he realizes
A fist a flask a bit o this and that
An addiction
A love
A girl....
She's clever. A mindful eye behind her brain
A heart she thought would never beat again
A smoke a kiss a **** and a talent
Her addictions
Her love
Him....
They collide like the moon and the sea
Never completely
But enough
To move one another with grace unseen.
He has a poem she has a song
A word a whisper a lyric and a pun
They make each other,
The worlds most tragic
And divine
Lovers of the night
And sun