Our front door is wood; heavy and thick.
It is too small.
On three sides, panes of cold air
filter lazily into the room.  

It is opened
by a brass thumb latch
that clicks,
locked by
a sticky dead bolt
we keep tethered
to the apocalypse.

Open door policy,
survival strategy,
fear of the unknown.
We have debated semantics,
but we have never locked the door.

I sigh, my soul bubbling up from between
Rose petal lips,
Silent arpeggios of emotion falling from
Eyes, mouth, ears
Shimmering like heat waves on an empty road
I am in a mood for words
Deep words, warm and silty as a
River bed in summer
Quiet thoughts sinking like stones
Through endless evenings, barely rippling
The still, glowing sunsets
Soft words, like my grandmother's creased hands holding out
Smooth bits of sea glass for her granddaughter to smile at,
Clapping her grubby fingers
Dreamy whispers glide across silver lakes,
Reflections of dark velvet and diamonds
Stretched over the bones of the universe
I am in a mood for words
Heavy words and light words
Separating heaven and hell, I float betwixt
Drifting aimlessly in front of drowsy fires,
Pages littering my lap, books spineless from re-reading
My slow breath, thudding heart becoming a dictionary
My mind sleeping under darkness, softly
Gentle whispers of labyrinthine poems
Infinite, eternal

Words and words are all I have ,
                                           to take your heart away ,
               Darling ! let me whisper to you our beautifully dark secrets,
                                  Let me rouse  my passionate desires ,
                                        in deep slumber as they lay.

                                           I’ve crystalized you ,
                                    in the several mirrors of my eyes.
              As I drink in your evanescent  love along your honeydew lips,
                              You glisten silver crescent in my eyes,
                                    when gazing at the night skies.

                                 As words and words are all i have ,
                                          come Love set me free ,
                                  Because you alone posses the key …
                I’ll canvas the world to write you my love letter sweetheart,
                                As words and words are all I have ,
                                    let me rob you of your heart.

Your bouts of literary thoughts spewing all over do not make sense.
Your incapacity to formulate a whole and worthy thought has gotten the best of you fooling you into thinking that someone, somewhere is listening.

Stop.
Stop. you must stop.

Your insensitive belief that everyone is falling head over heels for your talent, popularity and deep sense is proving to be a lie. I say all this sincerely with hatred, love and everything in between because I won't be good enough for you.

So stop.
Stop. Stop existing in my world.

Hazel eye's
Illuminating
High on life
Embracing
Soaring
Exploring
Breathes
under water
Swims on
the breeze
Artistic
Futuristic
Borg
Regenerated
Cut from
the collective
Energized
Shooting star
Exploded
into colour
Come alive!