i awoke at the sign of
obsession
nor can i recall
the incision of such
a poisonous blank stare
into dusk     the anguish
and disgust embedded into
subconscious lucid atmos
has got to remain at
     a sincere halt
as the .25 percent
of whole that i feel
can't even express how
                  low that is
a lack of oxygen
impairs neurons to
reciprocate any
       negativity
a deep breath
    diluted vision
and a memory of
passionless lust
is
          awareness

love is seeping
through the walls
again
a desire left unkempt;
waiting for her
to say
it's okay

i watched her wash away
the blood from her fingertips
amazed
she looked
with an
amorous gaze
what are you afraid of

she claims me as
hideous departure
an object of pure disgust
an extension of myself
weathered from wrinkled fingertips

i long for her
like the sea
to the ocean floor
she waves over me
and consumes me whole

incisions
of daily
precognitions
fault line
into my dreams
where it's
destiny
here in pure formation
her love &
understanding

dreams of triumph
      yet still going
         unnoticed
        in wariness
          they clap
im not what they expected

she craves to
           be noticed
i crave for her
noticeably
                                   the purest
                                  of words
                                can't
At                             hallow out
   a glance                       the tainted
  she can                        practicality
        shift
       planets

               as a soft passage
                 brushes against
                     my sighs
                   tenacious
                    i am left
                         indifferent

       enamored by
         understanding
     sincerest of me
  encountering
         unusual
              receptivity

so many feel
not enough sleep
picking up the puzzle pieces
    and quickly throwing them
back down             farther away
    where i become oblivious
        to what had happened
              the night before..
                                  
                     ­              i woke up lying
                                      in a bed of roses
                                          crushed shoulders
                                 and numb fingertips
                                i sworn it had been
                            a humble beginning
                                      her sweet voice
                                            of calming
                              with that glazed over
                                   look in my eyes
                        she plucks at petals carefully
                              with expert precision

apart from lacking in
any real sleep
    it as in the fire
was nothing but
a prickly cactus
            a stone hedge maze              mirage

I protected summer
she broke down in winter
and now
there's no turning back
and with one breath
of her
        body and sound
it'll be
       Gone.
             She's
set up
for
      Destruction
and yet i nearly fell
with how well
she carries
   herself
Uplifting
she has brought
my stern face
      to a halt
its been
so long
    since
          i've
             twisted
                  A
                      grimace

laughter seems to be the addiction
          and epidemic of the times
        you can laugh it off
                      as a routine of the sort
     a tender kick to get you by
  but suddenly        as you awake
                     SILENCE
  what was once a healthy crutch
                              is now gone
          in replace of white walls
                  surrounded by
                   an empty vessel

it's the adjective i tend to be
continuing as with a task
especially in spite of obstacles
i'm sure i'll last
enduring tenaciously
constantly repeated
and continued
i guess i should take
lasting and permanent
as a physical trait
only because
my mind is remaining attached
beyond the usual time
as flowers or leaves

puffs so alluring
three dimensional
but you're not
i want to touch your creamy exterior
but all i get is moisture
your shading is ravishing
symmetrical paint thing
wisps of stratus horse tail ice
dusty cumulus marsh of mallow
your nimbus is what i dream
charcoal colored opaque
mixed in with a little blue
you make it hard
not to stare
at you
so eager as light shines off
your behind
you'll soon be mine.
overcast clear

understanding is a source of esoteric figure
there is no such of
humans per say
but a soul in a human body
let's just say i know
a lot more than i should

..there's a dull tension in me that i don't notice until she walks through my door and every part of me exhales
        you were the something honest i was looking for to change my life..

an open faced
     quench of realization
fiercely trickles against the
             edge of my sips
                     drip
                              drip
            grant me another
                  now onto my fifth
        plea of sedation
                     is she yet
                         a woman of her word?

so
    set to be uncanny
         cries of desperation
  unexplained attempts at
             satisfaction
        in love with questions
dream eating possibilities
              sectioned off
         without a proper
           crimson invite
she shutters at the way i bite my tongue
                                         and gasp for air,
               as if being mute
                       was an option

straw hat in hand
  so eloquently eager
             as loneliness
   begins to rear
         it's infamous head
     she plays dead
as the black bear cub
     cleverly sniffs her body
all secrets that have been
           hidden
                 now lay
          for the architect
to design         yet oversee
  the technical knowledge
          of the structure
                 within

callouses on my upper left palm
it's been forty-two  days without the gracious presence of your face protruding every now and again...
    the saddest little strand of hair seems to fickle in and out of its abilities to remain stable
in an unearthly breath
glitter-esque of a moon
illuminates the tender muddy waters of
the cloudy thimble of talent in which
i call an entirely
off subject honestly
i'm just really tired

unfamiliar at the strength
        needed to deploy
     trigger happy fingertips
             saddened attempt
       at setting free
            an involuntary grin
         i've been holding within

silently weeping
i look at you
in a sense of disgust
and despair i knew -

she decided
she wanted to be
an acrobat
that day
she drew a line
in the sand
that was
going to be
her tightrope