Some things,
those acts we did
in rapture
will stay with me
forever.

Someday
they will
lie down with me
quietly
in the grave.

And though
you are gone now
my love,
rest assured
my lips are sealed
to the bitter end.

I'm not real anymore.
I touch my drawn face,
these fingers scouring
my cheeks
down to touch
my parted lips
and I remember.
I remember the last time
you touched me so,
and I felt alive,
so ****** alive.

Waves recede
relentlessly
into the sea
and barren
I lie wasted
spent from the toil
again.

My lips tasted
Heaven
once
between us
and you sighed
a sigh of satisfaction,
your breathe escaped you.

As I searched inside
your soft folds
everything
became meaningless,
except the stars around us
and my inhalation.

One more time
I'd like
to see you.
But
it really wouldn't matter.
You buried
your heart
when
he seared your soul
so many years ago.

And now,
you float
in darkness,
devouring others
with your rejection.

Hold me...

tightly

...once again
darling.

I love
the pain
of my broken heart.

I am no saint,
no scriptures will I write,
the sinners are long gone.

But you called me out,
rushed
at every moment
to get satisfaction,
for me,
to fill you up,
to quench
the same need,
spill my seed.

An accomplice I was
to your desire,
acting as if you
were made
in the same image,
an empty cup.

Darling,
sweet beautiful darling,
you are not a saint
either.
You
with your brown eyes
so dark,
so sad,
a brave front you paint
to cover
the deepest pain
I feel
I felt
it.

So sit,
sit there
tall,
stoic in the pews
and chant,
sing Alleluia,
give praises.

I promise,
I will keep you
alive
in my prayers,
it's all we have left.

And silence shimmers.

Nothing is better
nor as sweet as
strawberry shortcake.
Its sugary coating
covers my tongue
with succulent flavors
while its slices of fruit
explode in a
wholesome taste
inside my mouth
and the cake
crumbles into
a hundred pieces
all over my face.
Nothing is better
nor as sweet.

Too many nights
I am
transfixed
on you
and what
you did
to me
with your eyes
and
I am glued
to the way
you smelled
like Heaven
and tasted
on
my parted lips
under
the streetlight
forever.

Your skin
sizzled
made me feel electric
like a live wire
you
made
me
perspire
then
you
set
me
on fire
and burned
my heart.

A place exists
high
on the Altiplano
where magic glides
beneath the stone sentinels
and hot springs bubble
to wash
to clean you
of materialistic troubles.
And it was there
in that place
I talked to gods.

I am always somewhere
in between
Heaven and Hell.
It's **** if you do
and **** if you don't,
so *** matters.

Our misconceptions
lead to an early death
of the spirit,
so it's no surprise
that zombies are the latest craze...
we can all relate
to blank stares,
no stars are falling
here anymore.

I just want to be held,
feel my breath escape me,
the earth tremble,
and my soul melt
inside
of your universe.

I drank the spit
pouring from your lips
with great zest
and I must confess,
I am forever
intoxicated,
drunk on your poison
that killed me.
For there has never,
never will there be
another
who kissed me
the way you did.

Of that I am sure(ly)
dead.

I counted
the pitter-patter
of incessant drops
on my tin roof
and at once,
had a revelation of you,
you crying
and praying
for a true love
to come back
your way.

I remember the fragrance
of her sweet breath
as it poured over my body,
covering my wounds,
and her shaking,
her shaking,
and the way she giggled
with her pointed-tips,
and their pretty hue
lying
on my heaving chest,
comforted
I was.

Every single kiss
between us
was combustible.

Starvation.

We were
driven by our need
to explode,
and we did.

In each other's arms
we trembled
with multiple
starbursts.

We were unable to speak,
and as we hit our peak,
you screamed
above the fray,
true lover's play.

Our intertwined bodies
were mad with lust,
rising and falling
in a glorious
sacred-rhythm
we succumbed,
I melted
in your furnace.

Tempest.

I filled you up
with meteor showers
and breathless
we lay
timelessly
panting,
bathed in the sweat
of gods.

A sheen
of
immortal love
dripped
from your tender,
heaving *******
against mine.

And yet darling
I remain intoxicated
forever
by your splendid
vision.

The crescent moon
smiles
above
the barren trees
at me
overtaken
with loneliness.

I listen
to water
stream over granite
and weep
for her love,
what we
once
were.

I miss
her badly
and the raw taste
of her lips
swollen
with me
on them
sadly.

Cicadas do not sing,
they whisper stories.
And if you listen,
if you listen closely,
all the mysteries
are revealed.

No one hears it,
this silence in my head
and this incessant feeling.

I want to be hugged,
wrap my arms around you
and glow inside you.

For real.

There is a dull drone
singing in the back
of my head
these days.

And when I look
at pictures here,
nothing exists.

Not even the smell
of camphor
nor mountain laurel
can bring us back
to that place
ever
again.

I hear a songbird
singing outside
my concrete wall.
And though
the kisses
from the lonely minstrel
kills my pain,
I still miss you.

I always thought
it was
a beast inside
me
wandering
to and fro
devouring
lust,
soothing
thrusts,
craving
this desire
I feast,
I must
take
you.

I hurt my knees with you
& you cherished
my back kisses,
you craved
my red hand prints.

It wasn't what we needed.

Yet I remain,
....
breathless,
thinking of
our stronghold.

There is an eerie silence now,
the leaves remain steadfast
in place
with no breeze.
And when I think about those
wonderful moments
you let me
squeeze you
I can only say,
thank you,
and view
the pretty treetops
glistening in
the winter beams.
I miss you
a lot
sunshine.

She came to me
as an angel from heaven,
a beautiful devil,
to deliver me
& she did.

I was engulfed deep
inside her furnace,
thriving in taboo
& I tasted,
I tasted us
running
in a hot lava flow
from out of
her fiery pit.

And when she left
the way she did,
she put me
right back
into *******,
my own personal hell,
holding only
memories of Venus.

Her kisses
melted
me.

Nobody ever kissed me like her.
Nobody &
I miss her.

Signed,
Nobody.

It's hard to get a handle on my life
& she gave me a chance
to shine like a star
& I did
brightly
for the briefest of moments
I felt truly loved.
I got so lost
in her
& when she told me
she never shared
her soul with me
I realized she was just another
facade,
a figment
of my
lying imagination.
I was deceived
by my heart
again...
played.

I miss
her
sweet
& wanton
kisses
all over my face
& on
my parted lips,
so delicious,
the taste
of
us.

There is no freedom
found here
in this *******,
the attraction
of endless
spirits
lamenting.

But O yes drifters!

We are driven
to survive
our heartbreak
spreading the word,
us,
storytellers
of the modern age.

And outside,
a chill rolls
across
the barren landscape,
covered
by a full moon glow.

I know nothing.

So turn the page
& let
stardust
paint
your fingertips.

I've made love
to her
a million times
since the breakup.
It's endless.
But she didn't want
me
& I'm really okay with that.
I had given her all the signs,
every piece and part of me,
including my swollen heart.
I just wish
she wasn't
so clueless.

I found
genuine glory
tasting your folds
and you told me
something so delicious
was impure
and you
said I never
felt your soul
and I believed
you lied
to save
face.

Her screams echo
in the silence
of my head,
and breathless
I lie
alone
and
I remember
how they
once
completed
me.

Spin me,
engulf my flame.

I will
melt your flower.

We will
taste
nirvana.

I saw my reflection
once
shattered
on her cracked irises.
And I would give anything
to kiss the demon
burning
inside her
that's
killing me
still.

Oft I've wondered
about the fallen tree
and loneliness,
this feeling.

And who can say,
does anyone
hear a flower cry
when it dies
in silent fields.

It's cold here,
lying
amongst
the fallen
petals.

I sleep a lot these days,
more than I used to.

Some people say I'm depressed,
but that's okay,
because she's here with me
in my dreams,
we walk and we talk,
and we smoke and we joke,
and sometimes we hold each other
and make love.

Those are the mornings
I wake up
with a piece of granite
and I realize
I'm still alive
and how much
I really miss her
and her sweet
sloppy
succulent
kisses.

So bring it Sandman,
you're burning daylight,
and I want to live
with her at least
one more time.

I dug deep
& gathered
all
I needed to know.
I knew there were two sides
to her dire story.
There always is.

I get it now.
A pawn
rooked by a queen.

I stole your rapid breaths
& licked the sweat
off your furrowed brow
as we giggled
in the shadows
contemplating
our brighter future.

But sadly,
you suffocated me
& watched me drown
in your grand design
knowingly.

She thrilled me
like none other.
Then she told
me
we never shared
our
souls.

I just can't believe
we flopped
around
like that
with each other,
two fish
out of water,
*******
each other's air.

And if that's the case,
her reality,
I think
it stinks.
What she did
hurt
my gills.

Bees make it
& I indulged in her kisses.
There was nothing sweeter,
the way we tasted,
those spots we made.

I'm still buzzing,
missing her
& the way
she made me feel
deep inside
her honeycomb.

Lured in,
every magical moment
carefully crafted
to satisfy needs.
As if I didn't know.

I know
how she is
lying there,
lying to herself
because she told me.

And I know
how she feels,
how she felt
beneath me,
taking all of me
to quench her fever.

And she
can
suppress,
attempt
to hide it
all she wants.

But kindred spirits
with passions
running
as deep as ours
know
hungry animals
can never
be caged.

And I wish
she still wanted me,
the way,
the way
she used to...claw me.

I am not here
anymore,
these are only
written-words
I've configured in ways
I cannot truly explain,
as she took my love,
all of it,
and I wonder
if it lies
bottled up
in a glass chair
under her bed
out of her sight.

She disappears,
now
in a burning haze,
streaming away,
across
another frontier
& the loss
stings.

I am mad,
and I hear
her voice
snickering,
whispering,
spitting
hollow-words
about the fool
inside my head.

And she remains
trapped
inside
the recesses
of my skullcap,
lying
there
laughing
for taking me
to a sweeter place.

Her silence
rings
in my ears
incessantly
and outside
there are no stars
above,
the darkness
envelops me,
and all
I can hear
is crunching snow
beneath
my feet,
and all
I can feel
is a memory
of unrequited,
our broken love.

I feel love
buried
deep
still
when
I hear her voice
my heart sings
and
my breath
escapes me
so alone
I want her
and
she knows
that same feeling
I bet
yet
remains
silent
I heard it.

Once they were words
contrived
in love
& now
I scroll
& punch 'delete'
& feel the relief,
a rush,
this release,
the freedom
from
the rejection,
no trace.