Lust flew through his window
and placed itself inside of his desirous pupils.

To him she embodies a celestial angel
that is incapable of becoming Satan himself.

Flowers grow between her eyelashes
that will soon be nourished with his kiss.

White Oleanders will bloom beneath his lips
and he will unknowingly begin to swallow her poison and perish.

Perhaps if time spared
my tired heart then I would
be able to love.

Do you see my exterior and marvel
at its ability to capture the weak pupil?
If my skin is but a blanket to cover
you on your lonely nights of desire
then leave my presence.

Look at me and desire to
dissect my brain to find my most horrid
memories that I cannot face alone, and
walk me through the eerie graveyard (my mind) with
your hand in mine whispering “It’s okay”.

Look at me and desire to
open the doorknob where my eyes used to
lie on my face, wanting to enter the world
of perilous ghosts that have lingered in
my soul, and sleigh the hungry monsters
relentlessly pulling me in their darkness.

Look at me and desire to
remove my ribs to reach my fragile beating
heart full of dark secrets, fear and uncertainty.
Place upon it a healing kiss that will render
it impervious to all that tries to break it.

Look at me and desire to
stay by my hopeless side when I begin to drown
in melancholic oceans, as life will have overwhelmed
my delicate being.

Look at me and desire to
kiss my mouth much ardently and never feign
your love for me, for I will always be true.

Look at me and desire to
accept all about my being that I wish to replace
with something greater. Love me when my demons
begin to claw at my vision, leaving the world in my
perception to be horrifying and empty.

Look at me and desire to
tell me that I am Enough and all that you need
and could ever want when I look at my sorrowful
reflection and begin to believe otherwise.

Please, I ask of you
(whomever shall be bewitched by my presence)
do not desire my exterior until you have fully
dissected my interior because I can assure you
my darkness will remorselessly swallow you whole.

My body aches with sadness.
It is alone and desolate.
I am not whole.
My beloved is hiding
and he will not find me.
Has he found me?
Perhaps my vision is clouded
with old, broken love I have not erased.
To lie beneath his heavy arm
and to overlap my heart onto his
and to stitch our flesh together
making us one being
is all I long to do, but
my delicate courage is drowning.

My delicate courage is drowning.

If He shall have the courage to find me
then I shall be waiting.

Though, one must know that I contain multitudes;
Forever I am being taken over by some other mind.

There is the sun melting my skin away
rendering me exposed to all who do not deserve to see.

There is the moon keeping me safe
in the daunting darkness that incessantly tries to consume me.

There is the ocean which is fickle—
Today it will feel bereft of sea life thus pulling me down ‘til my weightless lungs have become an anchor.
Tomorrow its sea life will be abundant and it will allow me to float along its gentle waves undulating beneath my body.

There is the grass which cushions my falls
making it easier to rise up again and keep pushing forward.

There is the soil which dirties my weak palms
and hides me away in its dry darkness long enough to suffocate my being.

There are the trees, flowers, stars, and the wind.
There are the insects, animals, and humans
all which are a part of me,
and if all of that is too much to hold then let me go.

I contain multitudes and if He shall love me
then He, too, will become a part of me,
and He, too, will contain multitudes.

My slumber sent me beautiful wishes last night.
(You were non-existent in them)
How content and elated my soul was
as I felt a heavy hand rest upon my breast
as tepid skin sheltered my back,
and as an electrifying kiss landed
on the back of my neck.
(A kiss that I have not yet touched)
Beneath the Egyptian cotton sheets that
dressed our bare bodies I turned around to
greet the kiss that patiently awaited
our desirous lips.
It was such an unfamiliar touch yet
it was the most bewitching of all.
My soul then unfolded into something
extraordinarily unfamiliar.
It amazed me how real this felt and as I
awoke I felt a peculiar longing for it to be.