in out, in out,  
a pain of preposition repetitions
teaches the celluloid torture of ocean green eyes
  
::: I take only truth from her sea foam gaze (and from her lips a lonely lie)


Is the imitation of repeated mistakes still the
sincerest form of flattery?

Are the cutting hematic glances of invisable ink
designed to Draw and Quarter me?

If so, let the blood letting begin miss

With a sketched Steel Heart , I puppy dog pursue you with a pirouette pen, spun  into your Iron Maiden.

and as Thumb Screws and finger blues
replace those bite, **** fantasies, I marvel with appreciation at my favorite mistake.

No one does cold like her

cdh

arizona, my dearest love,
my eternal soulmate, and
partner in this life,
I have waited for you for lifetimes,
have sat patiently for your presence.
You have given my life more meaning,
more love, and more possibilities
than I ever thought to ask for.
I want you, only you, by my side.
I want you to be my support in this life.
I want you to bear our children
and to bear my name.
I want you in all your imperfect ways
and all your silly, goofy shenanigans.
You are my home, my salvation,
my morning prayers, and my sleepy goodnights.
Simply, you have completed me.

arizona, it would be an honor to stand
by your side in this life, and to do
so would make me the happiest man alive.

arizona, my love, my only love,
would you please marry me?

I will use your tears
to water my mind,
and grow you a poem
Anytime that you cry

the hawthorn lays down its ghosts, thick
with dulling pink; the stream quivers,

its blue shadows sunken, gleaming,
at low ebb, breathing like a mirror

in the sun. beneath the trees it
is dream-like, cool, dark and

magical, the leaves little harbours
of breeze, voiceless, white as bone.

some seconds
sear and brand
creating Self

no matter drive
to carve new
persona

early stain
rears serpent
head

heel bruised
sets timer
ticking

his demise
rebellion has
a price

for trails mocked
to mountain top
pristine snow

rivers fuelled
brashly strong
diverted

birth
pathways
forged

straight to
waiting
sea

most of us are lonely