TV light glints from pale fingertips.
For how long have I been passed out?
The longest I've been dead is nine whole days.
Stirring in pitch darkness to faraway sounds
delusion of two dark cracked lips upon mine
infect long loved texture with bitter hate.
Now from Heaven a hand rips off the roof
godly divine bound in rags soaked in proof.
"Drink of me, drink me down."
I'm left lone and uncovered under basalt skies.
"Drink now, drink forever."
Here I'm left vulnerable to you and that original knife.
"Drink down, drink down, now."
So swallow, I think, swallow.

Pressure from within building, pushing out
ruptures suddenly leaving a cold head hot.
Twisted highway we ride quakes spewing black
broken fragments through white eyes as glass.
Hungrily ******* for life, skyward again.

TV light glints from pale fingertips.
For how long have I been passed out?
Falling, with unfolded wings.
Dreaming, luciferous dreams.
Burning, brightly nine days straight.

I bring and bid you drink from two leaking lips.

I love you no more than I love
my credit card and left nostril.
Not a single gram more, but
not a single gram less, either.

The melodic tones your frame portrays-
Merciful faint heart
Resonates shivering tidal waves-
With every eager brush of your skin
Crashing into her sorrows
Cascading them into the sea
To the depth of the deepest trench
Where hidden treasures still remain
Idling on a purpose and protracted haze
Prurient beauty  


The trace particles you left on my sleeves
along side my hearts strings
leaves me tasting a memory

(C) Tiffanie Doro

running through the countryside
rivers in full flow
rolling over rocks
rushing down the valley low
reaching the flat delta
ranging and tracing in tributaries
re-birthing as transpiration in the blue seas

Cast your eyes down from the shooting stars;
I am everything you have been wishing for.

I am everything your father does not want you to bring home
and everything your mother wishes your father was.

I **** like you wish your boyfriend could
and my tongue will sing you a song until your abdomen explodes.

My writing causes girls to cry like all the boys wish theirs could
and the pain in your chest will recede with every kiss I give you.

I fight better than my father and his father, all the way to Cain.
only, God won't see what I've been doing and He will not forgive me for it.