Sinking sand,
cool my toes
my ankles, my calves.
tickle my knees, soft and gentle
and caress my inside thighs
Excite me with your wandering touch
****** me much,
acquaint yourself with every angle and crook of my limp body
devour me from leg to waist to fill my belly button and massage my stomach
I have gorged myself enough and now it is your turn
digest me as I digest my last meal,
feel every vertebrae of my lonely spine
know each mole on my torso,
each nasty spot and scar
and rid me of them as you rid them of me
lick my chest and tease my neck
leaving no mark
let each grain of your being make me more supple
learn me and let me lean into you,
my clammy body relaxes upon you, fresh and ready to go
I lower myself down,
I lounge in your eternal sheets and enjoy your breath moulding my neck,
the base of my skull,
my unshaven chin falls down,
mouth open
your kiss becomes my kiss becomes one final lingering kiss,
tongue tastes sand for the last time,
remembers all the food
all the sand it has enjoyed
I will become sand, my energy ready to become something else's
worms and snails and plants are hungry for me
though I have no hunger for myself
and as this thought dwindles so do I
my nose is gone, my eyes close, my ears fill with silence and overflow with silence and darkness and silence become blissful everything
only my beautiful blonde hair remains and suddenly that too is taken by the earth,
cool and wet and hungry
sinking sand
cool me
down

to hold you between the gaps
of my fingers
escaping the love songs
from my throat
that I didn't know were there
till you told me it was time to go.
then the drum starts
its beat behind our eyes
our lacking tongues
that fail to formulate
this feeling
which is slowly escaping
my grasping hands.

Woven in twilights gaze
            the best words even in a haze.
Momentary crossings from each others path,
               cross and blend to mean                
                           one's momentary final glance.

And another within a hues sheen,
           will fade into the light and breath.
                        Within the sinking sullen twilight..

Today I laid in bed a total of 7 more minutes than I should have
before rushing to get ready for work.
I let that sinking feeling pull me under.
Drowning in my own bed,
No thoughts actually running through my head,
Just a mind numbing realisation that I’ll have to get up at some point.  
But I just laid there.
No emotion on my face.
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Blinking every 4 seconds,
Before letting out a long sigh
as if my soul had been sent back to me.
Then i caried on with the day as normal.

for you
i can love, i can dance,
i can spin around childishly

i will, if i have to,
pass my limits:
i will fight any enemy,
i will face any fear,
i will be willing to change
myself

i can be that guy in
a number of first dates,
i can be that guy
in the sinking ship

i can prove my love,
put me through a test

but you never say
you don't demand
you just spend these idle times
with me
as if you already understand

In corners we collect our wept
     collections that gather solitary dust.
But they gain weight with every oppressed
        emotion. We never show the slide delicately
forming in the cortex, showing indefinitely.
                   Repeats of what now show our faltering ability.

Were entombed in the heavy yesterdays
           that are swallowing us within dead pools
of contemplation. But we sink nevertheless always.
Rotting beneath boulders of self doubt, are
we able to ever gain breath against the obscure.
              Or will we just breath in stagnant air.

The cohesive forces that keep my heart afloat are stretched to their limit.
The blood in my veins is so thin the cells separate and I phase through into the cracks of a broken sidewalk.
So tall and sharp are the walls of this crevice.  
No matter how jagged the surface the handholds loosen and crumble to dust in my clenched fists.

They say rock bottom makes for a good foundation upon which to grow.
But the rain that beats down on my head erodes the stone and I fall further than ever before.
I swim to the surface for breath but its late in the year and the rain is cold.
Floating there shivering and shaking, my blood thins again and I slide down into the darkness.
Arms spread sinking deeper and deeper, the air bubbles trapped in the stone release and brush my skin as they speed around the contours of my flesh finding the quickest path to freedom, to happiness.

A few outstretched arms reach down to pull me back into the sun.
My skin is so cold their palms freeze to my body and I pull them down with me a distance.
Eventually they cut themselves free but I took their hands.
I kept a part of them with me on my great descent, it was not my intent.
As I lay on the hard seafloor I can see their feint scorned faces staring at me through the warped wavy surface, grasping their severed limbs.
I'm sorry.

Eyelids sink like a ship
Down to the bottom of a navy ocean
Careless and broken
No hope of being fixed

Limbs sprawl across filthy sheets
Crimson splattered in the background
This is a crimeless crime scene
No sirens make a sound

Head treds through thick fog
Tired of wasted effort
No energy to be given out
Only the constant unwanted cycle of dark thoughts