Death
is the evening shadow
that walks behind all
stretching away
toward
the
darkness of night...

a silent
sombre companion
that follows all

in this world

UNTIL

It's time to guide them all

into the next.

Lips
speak louder...

when pressed into
silence

by

a kiss.

tea leaves
scatter fate or' fractured porcelain ...

offering

NO

sympathy.

Steel wings
born
of fire ...

shred

this night to ribbons.

Are these the lips once spoke your name
once grazed your flesh set you aflame
but once is gone and ner' again
Will these two lips be on yours lain

Her wings cut deep
Into
the fragility of life ...

her insatiable thirst
proves
too much for some
but to the faithful few
  it is merely
the pleasant
after taste
of her

butterfly kisses