Straddled, lovingly, fibers needle into bone
Your anxiety of anticipation,
How I wish it were potable,
So I may drink the terror I have bred in you

I perch above you, heinous desires for your flora to overrun my entrails
Of all the silt eyes in the world, yours are the darkest

Pining for your validation,
For your attention,
As withered roots desperately crawl towards the damp soil
But your heart is barren of solicitude

And so I will soak the soil with your blood.
This charming man,
So cunning, and so wise
If it is not I who fulfills your ****** appetite,
No one will.

Undergrowth impels into irrigated bushes
Hedonism, even as your eyes paint such terror inimitable to capture in brush strokes
Voraciously, desperately,
It builds, the adrenaline, the bliss,
And into me you are, fulminating, everything your pedigree can give

I raise the steel, and I am unafraid
For my calloused hands have been soiled for generations
Plunging,
Squelching,
Broken yawps.

Your lineage,
Cradled by forever empty organs,
Is just as barren as your soul.

As your gore suffocates your lungs,
And my tongue caresses my blade,
I watch those silt eyes turn even darker
You will expire in me,
And no one will have you again.

Confined in a cage, I gaze across waters
The flesh of two becomes one,
As they sway and glide in the absence of quarantine

Fresh meat dangled before my eyes
My gardens are lifeless, and dessicated
My hands cannot fit through the bars

The essence of infancy locked inside with me
He is mine, formed of stardust and altruism
Yet he weeps dejection

The lake is filled with unions,
Who dance alongside me
The stars refract from silken gowns and ties

There are no bars for the bonded,
I am isolated in my entanglement,
Yet their shoulders rest easy

Disparaging words waterfall from their lips,
I fear I may drown in the ocean they've filled
"Thou own venereous ways bind you to thy cage"

Though hands reach to me, thorned in lechery,
I decline with words, and beg with flesh

I immured myself inside
For the infancy, and his frail form
Remain only extant in the womb of my captivity

You stir through the room,
as if breathing was subconscious.
Your breath never wavers.

I'm acquainted with my breathing,
It's almost never instinctive.
It flickers.

Realistically,
we breathe the same air,
But yours is nimble.
And mine is undexterous.

My air is stagnant,
Breaths are fatiguing.
Lackluster.

You seem to rest on water,
Your movments are graceful.
Ethereal.

I struggle to breathe,
but our realities are different.
You'd never notice,
That I'm drowning.

Home.

Home is where you know you belong. It's somewhere warm and cozy.

Home is a safe space. It's where you go when you feel like things are too much.

Home is where you go after a long day. When all you want to do is relax.

Home is a place of many memories. Memories that you cherish so deeply.

Home is where you watch your life piece together.

It's where you smile.
It's where you laugh.
Dance.
Sing.
Cry.
It's where you experience.

But home is not a place. It cannot be bought or sold.

Home is where the heart is.

And my heart is with you.

Empty Embraces,

A title once prideful;
now lost in consciousness.

Calloused; dazed.
time wasted,
filled with empty company.

Physical disfigurement,
from a bond so abstract.

Contravening crescendo;
entwined in fabrications of nostalgia.

Figmental retrospection.
A delusion. A castle in the sky.
Peering from the far side of some sequestered perspective.
Perceived as a fictious daydream.
An incohesive reality.
Your subdivisions experience an incommensurable verisimilitude.

A secret most long to hear.
A secret some hold in fear.
A secret I keep from you.
A secret I hope you can't see through.

You might run, say it's too soon.
When will I tell you, some special, Sunday afternoon?

I may wait six months,
I will wait to confront.
But with all this, one thing is true . . .

I hope you love me, too.

You inspire
Words of passion
Words of cryptic infatuation.

You inspire
More than what the pen writes.

You inspire
Longing of tangibility
Anticipation of the future.

Apprehension
Undisclosed

You inspire me
To fall in love.