your eyes are dazzling,
i think its the sun
shining brighter than a diamond ring
but the sun hasn't shun.
i could think of better ways
to dream of your anatomy,
to wish strands of your hair were found in my bed for days,
and to brush the eyelashes off the cheeks of my darling thee.
with the static vision you see when your eyes are closed,
and the nanosecond blindness when you open them,
how when you gave me that smile and my heart rose,
i swear your eyes were shining like an emerald gem.
but its the abstract sense of hope you give me,
the abstract hope that is love.
who could have done this? only but he,
the fantastic illusion greets you with what feels like a shove.
though we treat love as the air we breathe,
thinking it will always be here
and love will never leave.

Cinnamon peppers
the rooftops in December
and the shattered
whispers over the hills.

It makes you sneeze
and your fingers
freeze
which causes
evermore solace
with the warming fumes
of myrrh.

The bubbles
which circle the edge
of your tea, darling,
pop on your nose
as the steam rises

we sit in rose,
while outside
the horizon is smudged
with ash, and coal
and dirt.

it's all lies, darling.
it'll be okay,
we're here for you,
i love you.
it's all lies.
everything they've taught you,
everything you know,
it's a lie.
a hologram.
a *projection.

darling is my song sweet enough to draw your soul to me
can I lure you like you lure me?
are you frightened ?
that ill drag you under the icy waves
bring you to the end of your days?
why is a sirens love never returned?
are we just made to feast on the pure
and never endure the feel of real love

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic.
But I trust the way I feel.
A sense of satisfaction,
A pair of lips that truly heal.

Maybe my mind is up in the heavens,
But I'm certain there I'll find,
That perhaps at once I knew you,
In a world long before time.

I kiss your hands which hold me,
I praise your brilliant mind,
I hope you still adore me,
I hope you remain kind.

24 hours without.
Strip off the clothes that enveloped you
And have been my armor for the past day.
I try to convince myself I'm not washing you away.
That I'm not sending the sensations
Of your soft skin on mine
Down the drain.
I turn the water temperature up high,
Because maybe the heat will burn through a layer of my storm cloud,
And I wait a while before stepping under the flow,
Hugging my arms tightly around my aching frame.
A song comes on and then another and another
And my tears intermingle with the warmth surrounding me.
It's hard to always be on the verge.
Makes it difficult to speak.
So I close my mouth
And I lock up my heart.
You once whispered to me:
"It's hard to feel this sad and this happy
At the same time."
What a paradoxical feeling.
When the water runs free of shampoo and bubbles,
And I fear you've gone,
I curl up into a towel
Which is soaked in the scent
Of fresh lilies.
My darling.
Guess there's no way I can get rid of you that easily.

you say you're not beautiful
but there's beauty in you
in every single one of your gesture darling
the way you inhale
and exhale
like the quiet wind making his way between the weak long trees of our small garden
there's beauty everywhere
in everything
but most importantly
there's beauty in you /darling/

do not get too close,
darling,
it is dark inside.