Filthy fingernails,despicable and desperate
for clean.
Could I have known how it would end
layers of unknown stripped away
shuddering and trying to shed
the nakedness of my shame
my want of more.

dizzy with want
exposed and adored
alone and filled
with a vibration of shadows
only the blind would feel.

Tip and pour the wax
read the signs
fill the cracks
painkillers and  nature
grounded in earth and hopelessness
simple words,simplistic
apt and available
enough.

I had a friend,I heard he died
on his mistaken morals he was crucified.
He lived for but a moment
in the lines of her face
found peace there
a quiet definition of self.
Then came her tears
filled the crevices
washed him clean until his mouth filled
and he began to drown.
She had forgotten his inability to swim
watched helpless as he floated by
inarticulate and unable to save him.
She loved him in his freedom
mourns him in the knowledge
that now he barely exists.

In loose terms
in slacked mouth lies
in stretching truths
spider web fine
unfit for consumption
lines and grievances
I write with tongue in cheek
firmly held away from teeth
bared in a grimace
oh we have begun.

lines on a face
tracking years and frenzied loves
visions of such clarity
the curve of a mouth
not quite able
so very kissable
laughing at the lines on a face
well earned.

I was a passenger that day
the tourist.
Come,you said
I will take you to the trees.
You held my hand that day
as I cried for humanity
for the souls that would never feel
this place,
my tears were not enough for you that day
they were never enough.
I bled for you that day
it was only then that you smiled.