Cold hands like metal
be still my beating heart
as sharp thorns of of silver nettle
tear my life apart

These thoughts that swirl in my mind like fire
speak nothing of the images I hold
your hands on me your deep and dark desire
blue blood in my veins that ran so cold

Your mouth on mine though I wanted it not so
strong hands of metal grip my fragile bones
not pausing once except for victory crow
drowning out my fear filled hateful tones

A wave of emptiness that drags me deeper
with each ****** of blow of hurricane wind
you rip through me a silent sullen reaper
tearing flesh from bone till I am skinned

And at my most venerable you take me
with power that you think you do deserve
my body wishing that it could be set free
this cage of life and flesh it does preserve

Each grunt and groan are trees inside me cracking
each bruise a wound of words that never heal
I don't remember which did the attacking
only what the dim light did reveal

Your eyes like ****** of evil in the nighttime
your skin rough as you tore the clothes from me
heedless of the consequences of your crime
my innocence by you was tossed to sea

Your body inside mine is like a curse
a virus I cannot hope to destroy
a nightmare that with dawn will not disperse
a tumor that drains fast all life from joy

That tsunami fear that flooded through my brain
he said to take me, make me be the victim
as dawn broke over gold hills I felt the pain
and not once did you ever contradict him

Yet the victim I refuse to only be
seen as weak and fragile by the crowd
my silence a desperate begging plea
my heart covered like death in a black shroud

A gossamer gown that once I thought did flow
now looks to be as ***** as your breath
of refusal you of course did not seem to know
as I seek escape from this hollow dance of death

So you left me on cold floor to weep alone
intent on merciless destruction of my heart
still I am mine, and mine alone to own
and naught but death can yet tear me apart

Though dawn again does rise another day
and the taste of **** is yet still fresh upon my lips
I am content to let fate lead the way
cross mountains formed of hope, and sailing vengeance ships

I miss you.

More than words could say.
More than a million words.
More than a thousand poems.
More than a billion stories.
More than the earth and the moon and the breath in my lungs.
What I wouldn't trade for one last goodbye. My love, rest in my heart as peacefully as you rest in the earth's embrace. Know we will meet again, we were never apart. Not really. Nothing could take you from me. Not even Death can part true love. So you're not lost from me.

Hold on,
Hold tight......... I'm coming.

And I run
barefoot on the glass strewn beaches
sand pushing me down, grasping my ankles with needy hands
And i run
across mountains capped in snow
the cold biting with teeth sharpened by survival
And I run
through fields of flowers
singing softly in my ear, wanting me to stay
And I run
across oceans as deep as the universe
waves crashing against my shins in an effort to drown me
And I run
heart pounding like a war drum
chest beating like the endless sea
And I run
breath gasping like the clouds
limbs shaking like the leaves
And I run
          And I run
                And I run
                      And I run
                            And I run
                                  And I
                                        And I
                                            And I
                                       I run
                                   I run
                               I run
                         RUN
                   RUn
              Run
        run

Beneath the willow tree he lies

surrounded yet by weeping boughs

as high above a lone loon cries

echoing my silent vows



Through love and life I swore to thee

through sickness and in health

through sunny days and crashing sea

through poverty and wealth



You were to me, I was to you

as one were we from then

and as your paling lips turned blue

I swore we'd meet again



My love let me go softly now

as quick as I to sleep

my love this is our final bow

I'm with you do not weep



Soft as yonder dawn doth break

o're gently burning skies

my dreams take hold I shall not wake

of woven moons and butterflies

Like a summer snowstorm,
as impossible and unpredictable
Like the soft footstep on a creaky stair,
as hollow and as worn
Like a pebble in the middle of the sand,
as foreign and unwanted
Like warm breath on an icy day,
as frozen and unyielding
Like a beating heart without a body,
as unlikely and unliving
Like a memory I have forgotten,
as treasured and as rotten