I will tear the skies
and rip Eterion asunder,
and still you will whisper sweetly,
"It is not enough."

I will set the oceans aflame
and close the gates to Elysium,
and as you tread among
the ruins and the ashes
You shake your head
ever
so
slightly.

"It is still not enough."

~*D.C.

She was born in the wrong place,
He was born in the wrong time.
She grew up in a sad place,
He grew up in a sad time.
She learned to love in a dark place,
He learned to love in a dark time.
The two meet, and for once
They felt they found something right.
Yet she was born in the wrong place,
And he was born in the wrong time.

You told me
how
you had
the
best
soul
in your grasp
but chose to let it go.
And I
told you
that it’s alright,
yours
is a
good soul
and
it’s
still
growing.
I forgive you.

The Raven turns,
pensive,
to the twin
shadow
traversing
this boundless
star-kissed
welkin.
Moon be my witness,
I am Yours now.

~

"There are
times
when
the world
is thrice heavier,
and it feels like
the immense
ocean
is about to drown
you,
but
stay
afloat
and
breathe.
Breathe deep.
The shore is
nearer
than you think."

You light a cigarette
and watch the smoke
as it lingers and slowly fades

Black or Gold,
all in the mold,
as we uncover
and rediscover
who
we
are
through
the roadmaps
of our memories.
Sad or Happy,
telling every story,
secret tales
unfolding  
openly;
shared with you,
shared with me,
together walking
by the rivers of history.

Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturne  
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.

~

You keep me
afloat
on my worst days,
dear-sterling-
silver-lining-
moon-framed-
starry-eyed
lover
of mine.
Do keep
me
ever after
in your lifeline.

In my arms,
or simply
right
beside
me,
I will
watch over
You
as you dream.
As soft
moonlight
transitions
gradually
into
the gentle rays
of
the coming dawn,
I will be here
to meet you
first.
For you are
my sweetest
good night,
and all that is
good
in the morning.

"I hear you—
your heartbeat against
mine right down
to my toes,
arrested and captive
by your sighs
calling for me—
Closer, come closer—
Just right there,
friction over static
in each hot
draw of breath,
in each flick
of our wrists,
in wanton whispers
of sweet nothings.
Mine. Be mine.

I feel you—
I feel your wanting
in the way your voice
shakes
as my name
escapes
your lips.
Consume me. Thoroughly—
enraptured as I am
by your ecstasy;
hands leaving nothing
untouched,
tongues leaving no inch
untasted.
Take me. Take me.

I reach out,
my very fingertips
over the blurs
of your incandescent
cheeks, flushed wildly
just as I
open my mouth,
narrate my desires,
lick my lips to prepare for
yours, past pixels—
I want more.
Keep your hungry
eyes on me
and your ears
to my rapture.
Give me more.

I let go.
Any and all
inhibition
lost in
frantic
thrusting
of the hips.
This craving,
intoxicating,
lightning
running through
my head.
Pink.
Blind *******.
Coming.
I’m *******.

Let’s get lost
in this high,
the echoing symphonies
of our lust
harmonizing languidly to
the feverish commands
our shameless orchestra
of sweating flesh
performs, this duet—
Yes, yes, YES—
Our risqué masterpiece
beyond the distance,
our bodies shaking,
our smiles satisfied.
The postlude comes
in sobering silence.

I promise you:
I’m the best you’ll ever have."