Ice in my lungs
      Fire in my limbs

Fly, Soar
       Soles brush the earth
       with teasing kisses

Pounding
       Rushing

Lightning
        down my fingertips
        Heart rattling tempo

Won't stop
        Every bleeding breath

                   *Exhilarating

okay,
Perfectly okay
     your words

so sweetly in my ear
close by my side,
     so close

so far,
were these arms wings
I would fly to you
     playing love by ear,

we're scared stiff
but we'll be perfectly okay,
     okay?

The nightsky, a backdrop
painted milky white,
softened by the drifting of snow

On our backs
the roof, cold and hard
beneath us
a blanket of white covers the world

Slipping free,
falling softly into the drifts below us
as I close my eyes
you brush my lips with a kiss

I snap awake
but you're gone.

love is the
sweetest blindness

adrift
on a sea of longing
I curse my frozen tongue

my heart
has so much to say

wake up
I shed these skins
that are not mine

open your eyes
I doff this mask,
shake loose these subtle facets

break free
I, the marionette
all strings cut

shall here-aft
dance for no one

Judge my masks,
I* am safe behind them

It is with great sadness that
I write to inform you

this is madness
the smoke is so thick
stitched through with tracer fire
I can feel it burning the back of my throat,
stinging my eyes

That your son has been
killed in action

my rifle is bucking in my hands
recoiling from the slaughter
before me,
as I too recoil
nothing makes sense anymore

Words can not express
the sorrow

everything is slowing down
blood kisses the air before me
it's-
        oh god
it's my blood
I'm falling

You must be feeling
at this time

it's so quiet
I can't move
        oh god
it's so quiet,
why can I still hear the screams?

Know that he did his duty
and died for his country

*it's so quiet
so cold
I-

I am standing
in the shadow of god machines

In the valley of death
wrapped in the bones of a dying sun

The city is incandescent
with the furnace flames

Of the great engine of war,
and I am floundering in the ashes

It is deafeningly silent,
and in the distance

I can see her,
in robes as bright a blue

As mine are ***** grey,
draped over my tired frame

We hold each other tight,
huddled close in a shallow crater

Finding sanctuary in turmoil
and in war
                      peace