Hugging the devil, refraining from the Lord:
Filling my hollow and empty life, the gourd
Of my soul, up with the mirth of lechery;
Making frenzied fortune from debauchery,
While the account of my heart is credited
With slush happiness: full, yet never sated.
Lured by diverse lusts; rain do not up fill
A basket. Man is vapid outside God's will.

Your moon is waxing, you dwell in radiance,
as a vibrant woman in my sight.
What remains, partake of it, gorge your senses.
To you, my righteous bounty.
This delectable day .
Leave a window open for me,
That ethereal lovers may join in the essencially linked calm, forevermore.

"Lover, I enfold you."
---You know who calls,
Yes, my voice, it penetrates your walls:
Commencement of laughter, for you heard me,
My call of certainty and comfort.
None are unlovely,
None forsake you: even if they do, what are they?
These words...you must heed
My serene satisfaction,
Thirst quenched, fulfilled need,
You must breathe in this panacea laden air.

"Lover, your hands heal me.
I enfold you in my arms."
You close your eyes, trouble flees, wailing.
You come, from my healing touch,
You rise to the summit, and pen me in your arms.

"It is everything to me
Embracing, I feel you lying in my mind.
Merging, as you and I become we.
Everyday you remain
Your body, and  your spiritual emanation.
If you could see me, as I see you.
Enfolding you.
You would never question ,
If you are adored and accepted."

Stained glass coffins
Crystalline mosquitoes
Death that masquerades
In silken flags and floras
Languorous beauties
Graffiti of red and violet light
Sirens kiss the bullets
As they scatter them
To burn holes in sepia dreams
Watercolor ghosts
Casting out wildflower candy
Attics that hide under
Strawberry dust and lemons
That melts into mildew
As they pass down the gullet
Layers of ashes in the belly
“But you told us to swallow!”
Masses of children howl
The pretty ghouls hiss back
“Cannot you tell a lie by now,
By the sweetness of its taste?”

What I do take,
makes tomorrow.
Goodbyes, do not happen,
until the next day.
Closed eyes.
Goodbyes.
Until next times.
Why sleep,
only to wake in analysis.
Red eyes; because sleep is
for death.
When your arms go numb,
you find release.
Dark circles.
Light moans.
Sleep deprivation.
Self deprecation.
REALationships.
A man stuck in the clouds,
because walking on solid ground,
will eventually become worn;
cracks form
and spread,
and that is time.
Time makes no mistake.
Time shows the etch lines,
sketched in a face.
The rings on a log.
The ***** jewel.
Words that still resonate.

Dear Circle,

I’ve met a triangle,
I’ve chatted with a pentagon.
Seen some squares,
And some rectangles.
But, you’re still not here.

I’ve always wanted one shape,
Just one shape.
These other squares,
Rectangles and triangles
They still have sides.

But, me,
I have no points,
No angles.
No edges.

With room for you in my center,
Where are you, my circle?
I’m ready to hold you
And forget all the shapes with sides.

I’ll keep looking but,
Oh, if I find you, circle
Will you be mine?

yes, some days I can get up
be normal, get dressed
be pretty, smile

some days
but not all

other days
I seem to be... paralyzed
starting with my heart
can't move
don't care to

those days
stretch time to unimaginable lengths
as far as thee eye can see
misery

today
I wish for tomorrow