I love honey
on my tongue with butter
until it grows in my stomach
multiplying into gallons of
honey (sickly sweet)
suffocating me with a sweetness
I can breathe through
slowly steadily
all your pretty skin
and eyes that haven't lit up
nearly enough lately

so many pretty boys
(dark eyes thick eyebrows carved arms full lips Adams apple)
and I am mesmerized
only
by your furrowed brow
even as the chocolate eyed boy
touches my arm

What would blood taste like to new born undead?

Like full plump cherries
Their stone hearts torn out
Their carcasses left shredded down the middle
Obscene and tempting to any eye that notices
Rotting on their own sweet tears
Staining and branding the world
Even after they are devoured

Like rich tingling honey
Stolen from a colony just before winter
Condemning them to starve without a care
While closing their eyes and scraping
One last flavor off the back of their teeth
Do the blood-starved spare a thought?
As to whether workers of futility truly know despair?

Like chocolate.
Freely given from a lover to another
Dulcet and sinful as bringing lips together
Like promises whispered back and forth
That lost their meaning, eroded by life
And were made to completely disappear by their demise
“Until death do we part?”
They scoff.

When could anything ever last that long?

Chocolate eyes pair with your brunette hair
your gentle but firm grip on my hand,
fingers lightly tracing circles in the spaces between my knuckles,
How can you feel so warm?

Your touch lifts dead weight in my center;
I feel light and airless
Your warm and enveloping scent
Comforts me,
Calms me,
makes me feel like nothing is wrong in the world.

Your voice is so deep but high
slightly groggy and dark
What would it sound like if I woke up next to you?
I could listen to you talk for hours my dear,
a soothing voice among this sea of shrills.

The creature is limp in my hands.
As I raise it to my mouth
And sink my teeth into its skull,
I can feel it go to pieces

I unhinge my jaw
And devour its mangled body,
Savoring every ravenous bite of this rabbit
That I got in my Easter basket

Every Easter
I get the flu;
All my systems
Are shutting down;
Everything exits
Chocolate brown.

a walking climb through
static lines
for location scouts
seeking Dignity that eludes
building blocks writing stutter with
shaky hands
impatient with unfamiliar terrain
and don’t mind screaming
out complaints
in (sub)conscious
assured the natural morphine
that kicks in during physical is also true in psychologicals
excruciatingly painful aware &
will cover the tracks left behind,
as diagnosis exhausts itself
because it hasnt met you, &
will not get
there.
all ologies in the world
are gonna fail
you.my
inkstained eyes
seeing ill plains and sowing light.

Chocolate on chocolate,
the faintest tang of
apricot jam with a side
of whipped cream. Oh, yes!
Decadent, scrumptious
sachertorte.
Sigh!

Chocolate in,
Chocolate out;
Eating chocolate
Makes me doubt
The lease I have
With Hershey.
But I'm not
In a hurry,
I'll sit here
And not worry.
I'll give a wipe
Then scurry
For another bar.
But my gut's  feeling's
I won't get far.

I held the last piece of
Dark chocolate in my hand,
Preparing myself mentally for my
Last chance at delectable,
And as I popped the
Morsel in my mouth,
Its melty coating dissolving into
My tongue,
I heard the bag crinkle,
And I looked down to find
A sugar-coated surprise,
One bite remaining when I
Had thought that that hope had
Melted away,
And boy did it taste
Sweet.