I speak
in black and
white —

I think
in color.

"Are windows open?"
Said he, "I'm cold."
"Only the windows,"
Said I, "of your soul."

Eyes are the windows to the soul
You can see where someone has been
How much they have seen
How many times they've been hurt
What they long for

Like a hearth,
Her hair was inviting
And warm, red mahogany
Her deceptive eyes
Sensing danger
Betrayed only
by her quivering crimson lips

Back against the wall
Separated by arm’s length
Sobering distance
Maddening silence
She, reticent siren
Far from the ocean
Far, far greater than its depth
She, from the wild
A wolf’s howl
Far from the forest
Far, far greener than its leaves
She was shelter,
In the mountain
I found myself lost

taste me like the sucker
you bought nonchalantly
at the drug store
picking up your self medication.
the pop you'll **** on
to ease the nausea
to keep your insides in
when they most definitely
will wish to be out.

instead you taste me
like the cough syrup
you guzzle down
finish the bottle in three
bittersweet gulps
that make you cringe
that make you gag.
that's me in that 4oz bottle
380mg of illusion.