forgive me my darling hollow beauty but seeing you so gaunt with sunken dark eyes and skin like gray soap makes me feel your easily breakable already so close to death my **** could crack your pelvis and bird delicate ribs
inspired skeleton dancing your body exclaims to all a sensual exhibition of slow suicide my bloodless blossom brave breatharian your favorite math subtraction by multiplied delicious starvations
you may need a strong man deaths final instrument who will love you with tender crushes darkly ******
come naked spread wide my lovely grotesque nestle in my arms coffins embrace to be bruised while tremulously kissed i will turn you to crumbles and powder to finish sweetly what you have started so long ago
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ****** If i where a film maker or a novelist you would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias These poems are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive impulses we all share Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me