there was never any romance because there was none in you to give
your mind bubbling up with the backs of naked girls
lying in beds
that you will never have
but you had this one
and oh,
how i wish you hadn't.

the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason

fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn

to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail

to unhope

and all of this minus the mercy

©Jason Cole

When my eyes embraced yours
My knees felt weak as my heart drove fast,
Your scent rushed against my pores
“May I steal a kiss,” I asked.

The aroma that was your breath
The sweetness of your luscious lip,
Uplifting me from the grasps of death
I draw you closer, won’t let you slip.

The rush I feel when you’re near,
I can no longer hear the screams,
Pure ecstasy masking my fear.
You are that bundle of dreams.

From the towering abyss
You reached down to me,
I’m in such a state of bliss
Please don’t ever flee.