Lying in an
                                                                ­                                                unfamiliar
bed I
study
each fold in
dated posters,
tacked
to
foreign
walls.

My eyes
                                                                ­                                                            dart
from
left
to
right.

Not
focusing
on one
                                                                ­                                                     obscure
decoration
for
long.

Strange clothes
strewn
across
                                                                ­                                                  awkward
purple carpet
begin to
ridicule
me.

                                                            ­                                                       Different
books
sitting
on
half
dusty
shelves.


                                                     ­                                                                 ­     New
vinyls in the
old
player
join.

Packed bags,
boxes
from a
comfortable
time
                                                            ­                                                              loo­m
around
corners of the floor in
big
heaps.

I try to
tuck
myself farther
in
to
hide
                                                                ­                                                         away.
Like a turtle
attempting
to find
solace in a
familiar
shell.

Shrouding
my eyes from an
                                                                ­                                                  unknown
future.

I sink
in
closer
to sound
asleep,
same, old?
                                                            ­                                                               you.

Nectar of the forbidden fruit must be
nicotine laced, codeine
based.

Powder trace mirror reflecting on broken
face.
Just one taste.

Lips taut, set perfectly in place.
Whiskey shot with whiskey
chase.


Her armor?
Cold eyes, *Arsenic, and Old
Lace.

I am the
fleeting darkness
after the lights flicker off.
Shrouding shadows.

I am the
ever present
feeling of hidden eyes.
Secretly staring.

I am the
ominous, cold jolt
branching up shaking spines.
Striking silently.

We lay
mangled
in each others
embrace
of exhaustion.
Like vines
intertwining,
my head rests on your
chest.
I trace your
veins
with my
fingertips.
Out of breath, wielding a rosy
glow
painted on our
cheeks,
you wrap your
fingers
in a lock of my knotted
hair,
and I reach for
you
like flowers
breaking
through the
cracks
of a bitter
concrete
sidewalk,
making the inevitable
escape
for the warmth of the
sun.


Our skin,
exposed,
and
bare,
an accurate
representation
of how I  give every
atom
of myself to
you,
graciously, exclusively and
undaunted.
  Without any
reservation,
  or foreboding of
heartache.
I do not
question
your
affection
towards
me,
the shore never
doubts
the return
of each
crashing
wave.

I am a frigid winter
morning.

I am the
icy chill holding your flesh
inseparable from mine.

I am the full frozen gusts
caressing
dead branches.

I am the gray shroud
hiding yesterdays
bright skies.

I am a frigid
winter morning.

Capable of
greatness,
great change.
Possibilities, endless.
Remember it is not the end
yet.

Forgotten to
exist.
Figure what was missed. Instead,
dismissed. No truth.
Settle to spew blame,
aimless.

Greed overcomes.
Runs.
Leaves an abundance of corrupted
potential, funding
false fronts.

We have power,
still we cower to
shadows of skyscrapers,
in the wake of green
papers.

You couldn't possibly
accept

my intuition of
you.

Intricately weaved into my
benevolence.

To me you seemed sincere and
candy-coated.

Your eyes gleamed too prominently of an untouched type of
innocence.

As a huntress, with one agile
manipulation

of the gale beneath my
wings

I could have forever reformed your
fate

I respect who you are too
much

too much to value your
attractive

but-not-so-much intriguing chemical
attributes

Your underlying hopes and
dreams

through feats of meaningless
lust

and future out-of-spite
clashing

I saved you the soul mind and body
ache

of being broken and tossed
beyond

my most selfless
act

is something
you

couldn't possibly
accept.