Pupils dilate,
control capsized.
bring you
close enough
to fill more
than your eyes.

**** the literary pretence!
fulfil my lust.
Give me your
sweet recompense.

Each touch
and caress,
types pure feeling.
Sensations that
give words no meaning.

We write this act
upon the world.
With sounds of
animal grammar.

Time can wait,
well past sunrise.
Our stanzas
on our bodies;
as we sleep in
each others eyes.

The pollen count is as high as the national debt
Too **** high
My right eye stays shut from all the irritation from chemicals in the year
Happy Earth Day
While we still have one

Swimming in the ocean
drifting far away from shore
alone and free
as waves push against me
and take me back
to where I was before.

You.
You were an echo that shock my world.
I, an explorer gasping in awe of your beauty.
You, an avalanche to trap me here forever.
Your roaring resounds in my ears, words cascading down my self confidence.
You’re rocks, tumbling away from me.
A Hollywood classic, a thriller, a thrill seeking adventure, a true story…
Me, a disaster, a ‘warning: cliff edge’ sign, a fatality waiting to happen.
For I am incomplete without you, and erosion got to ‘us’ first..

A sooth sayer will read tea leaves -
in a bid to portend the future
I would steep mine in hot water ,
served with a ginger snap cookie ,
thereby 'making' my immediate future happy ..

I fell in love
with the evil inside.
I fell in love
with the pain that swallowed me whole,
the pain that shouts
"I love you"
as the dagger hangs out the back.
"555
666
what the **** are ya gonna do *****?"
My life has broken into two.
One: good
Two: bad
I cannot choose between the two.
Being  good brings so much fortune,'
but being bad brings fun.
And everyone likes to have fun.
My sinful nature bleeds through my skin.
But my good nature bleeds between my soul and my heart.
The love/hate relationship is always
reoccurring  
What has my life come to offer me,
a cross and crown,
or horns and a star?
Where the hell have I gone?
I want to be a badass
yet be so kind and caring
I find it hard to believe,
I switch in between.
Or so. I. Think,
I am the double.
IT is in me.
IT.
Christ,
Satan,
and everything in
*between