her vestal
rose garden
whispers
silent tones
as she
carefully
shy away
from the
flushed
delicate petals
of flowers.

come with me
she said,
unsure and
unwilling
and unlikely.

a step onto
her garden,
i'll be

with a
string of
enchantment
dangling
beneath
the sheets

rip these skins  
  glued upon
    my pale,
paled  w r i s t s
    lined
    with trains of
    dried-up
    closed self-
inflicted  w o u n d s
    and smother
    me in air of
pretty  p h r a s e s
     that depict
     life and
t r a g e d y

let me out
of this *******
cage so
my fingernails
can dig beneath your
soft supple skin
and destroy your
i n n o c e n ce

you have the
  *k e y

her lips tasted of
champagne
and cherries
smudged by
someone else's
tongue;
                but i kissed
                my death
                and demise
                because of
                l o v e

we live in
a world of
   utter
        d e s o l a t i o n,
yet we still find
  ourselves falling
       down to the
      high
crests and
          pitted
waves
        of the
             o c e a n
    just
to swim for
   the bliss
that
            l i f e
   makes us
believe
          it has
    to
                o f f e r

the cool hard tiles
in the shower
    mixed
   with the
          sinking
    trace that
i have of her. water
water
             water
       rolling along
   in streams
blending with
             my blood
           and
  gore
      and
         tears
      tears
                  tears
       infused
    with
         sour salt
                                and
        bitter thoughts
she  n e v e r

       came back

    so did her

                           p r o m i s e s

the sky offers a
peculiar comrade,
with differing
evanescence and
diaphaneity,
offering such
steadfast dependence
and fervour

                    imperfect
         uncertain
                            alone

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f