He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

high definition
camera
details
the image
for better and
worse

now you can see the
dirt under the finger
nail of the poor;
the bone from working
so hard

you can see the vibrant
color of a flower, more
vivid in it’s yellow or red,
than ever before

its the pain, however,
that i see, that breaks
my knees, begging
for polaroid film to release
me from all this

beauty

From time to time we let our emotions take control of the sanity that exists within the conscious mind, and we let it plague us.
We suffer through feelings that over pass our better judgement, and sometimes even causes us to make less than intelligent decisions.
The truth is that we all suffer from this curse of emotions, and to our best extent we cannot do anything about them.
So what must we do?
Do we give in to the loneliness that lies dormant in our hearts that is just waiting to explode at the mere moment of knowing that "they" are not around?
Do we give into the anger that clouds our better judgement and causes us to commit those innate and horrific actions of pain and hurt towards others that we love?
Do we give into the fear that we feel deep in our souls and crawl up in a ball somewhere in a dark corner and cry our eyes dry?
The answer is no, we must use our emotions to realize the positives of a beautiful world.
Life will always be full of blacks and greys, but it's up to us to brighten up this world with reds, greens, and blues.
The truth is that I feel lonely just as everyone else in the world does, but instead I push on for you.
You must realize that sometimes even I feel more lonely than you, but I'll never show it, remember I'm supposed to be the strength in our bond of love.
If you ever feel lonely think about me and the amazing memories that we created together.
Those are the ones we must cherish the most, and we must throw out the ones filled with nightmares.
Our emotions will challenge us again and again, but I will fight through them by your side as long as your there to carry the shield to my sword.
I'll never let you feel lonely because I will always be there, and I'll never feel lonely as long as your with me.
Never forget.

The dust of their coming and going
Sifts down through the years,
Their gravity once knotted fabric to flesh;
Even though they're near,
Just the ashes, are all can impress.

Since time snapped in two between their fingers,
They haven't aged much, except to uncoil,
Unwind branching strands;
Under satin recoil
Beneath brass sheaths, the body banal.

We walk upon the faces of kings, and sleep
High, on the ruined backs of strangers;
All unknowing, how the dust gets laid,
Unaware of the danger-
Every generation becomes the new day.