Kiss my solemn face
With your lacy ivory trim,
That widens my eyes
In a stunned awe.

Kiss my strands of lament,
That blind me evermore
From this wicked humanity
I thought I ought to seek.

Caress my golden cheek,
And lie upon my skin so tender.
Freeze my teardrop's entity
Into a beauty resembling you,
And together you can waltz,
Under yonder morning skies,
Into the blissful, chandelier castle
That has never been.

That mightn't be.
Let it be.

When he is sad,
My tears are just watery entities,
And my lips are chapped laments
That wish to kiss him on his porcelain cheek  
And send him to an unspoken bliss.

When he is sad,
My whole world
Is an electric madness
That I dare not live,
But grieve over.

I hope to never see him cry
But when a somber tear be shed,
I will immerse myself
In a pain that goes on forevermore;
I will hug him with a fond embrace.

His sadness is a grief
That cannot be spoken by a sensitive heart like I,
For I would sunder in yonder
April skies.


I am in love with him
And it's so strange...
Such an intricate force
That has never been.
It's like my heart and mind's
Devotion, humanity, and passion
Depends upon him.

When he laughs,
When he is a jovial friend and brother of mine,
We are beautiful.
We laugh and, at last,
Have sought the sublime, refreshing youth
That brings us closer.

When he smiles at me,
A fascinating transpiration is then reborn,
And it is stunning.
It's like we will never die.


Nevermore, my days of beauty,
Laughter, and fascination will soon be,
For he is leaving my heart that beats a serenade
In time with his beautiful face's cry.

He is leaving for Annandale,
And he leaves me with a tear upon my face.
He will leave, taking with him
The sublimity I never can gaze upon so fondly again
After the grey of June that I so devotedly
Fear.

Appliquéd on the barrier
of my mundane
world,
abroad in the scarlet
tides, scarlet tides
that shift my eyes.
shift my eyes to the grandest
of musings.
't was thou who
gifted me this
eloquence of beauty.
this burst of breathless
delight.

Thy tapestries of lust
take hold of me
like black. Black velvet
skies that threaten
and bluster, and free me nevermore,
but I feel as if my
heart is mystified,
yet confirmed in
a tender medley
of romance.

Shrouds of white,
And shrouds of cotton
Perform their simple
Command, lacing my
*******, concealing my
Flesh from thy beautiful
Eye,
The eye that lifted
My lips of gold.

With a quick passing glance
And a fleeting glimpse of
Thee, diamonds shed
And mulberry delight
Make their way to
My innermost sensitivity and my
brain begins to burst
With the love trapped within
For ages passed.

My fingers let yours
Illuminate my
String of merriment.
You promise me you love
Me like the vacancy of the sun.

Love of mine,
Guide me with thy
Heart of sublimity.
Jar me with your
Spark, with your
Ember smile.

Eveything--
My despair,
My sorrow,
The unknown,
And fear...
        They are so complex.

They are all the same to me.
Each an intricate, subtle phenomenon
That I either am missing,
Suffering from,
Or in love with.

Love.

I have so much love concealed--
Perhaps conspicuous--
And packed inside me right now
And I, honestly,
Have not a single clue
How I can contain this passion
For eternity.

This love,
Is the foundation
Of the listed things
That are too complex,
That are almost hungry
For my emotion's fiery cry
That bleeds a burning tear.

I lead your strong
Arms around me, so
Swiftly.
We lie between the
Darkness of the horrific
Night that we pray ends
With the exhale of
The sky,
And between the
Light of sun,
From the pink clouds
Of dawn's delight.

Your heart's beat,
Beating,
My timpani,
Against my flesh...
It feels like Jesus is
Near us,
Giving me gardenias and
Leaving me with
You forevermore.

I look up
At your lightly brazen
Skin.
Your eyes impeccably
Glazed with an autumn
Feel, and the
Diamonds in my flesh
Are the envy of the
Town's parade, and
It's somber shadow.

Your lips caress
My blushing palm,
Inking your lust
With grace
And lacy poise.

My garb immersed
With your honey scent,
And I feel I am
Starving myself of
My old depressions
At last.

This is my jubilant call,
When my flesh turns
To silver and
I leap with lions
In the velvet fall of rain.

This is my jubilee.

You are
My jubilee.

Pacing,
     Pacing forth, forth
to  oblivion.
a stolid death.

Consumed by a
swelling pain
in
my
lungs
I lie between the
velvet,
bitter sounds of the
purity