What is love, when only empty vessels exist?
When you have no lover, when you aren't loved.
What is love, but absent kisses on chaste lips and
Promises left unfulfilled in glass jars left to
Shatter?
What is love
If not the willingness of true pain.
To tear out the heart and hand it to another
Only for them to fumble your most precious *****.
What is love, if not the complete nakedness of the soul
Standing vulnerable before another.
What is love without the bitter taste of betrayal,
Like bile in your mouth?
What is love, if it isn't the silent, muffled, wrenching cries
At 3:16 in the morning that streak down skin so raw
Only to drip into oceans of despair and anguish.
What is love if it is not the slow drowning of
Your former self.
If not the suicide of the soul.
What is love without its admonition?
Without the stalemate of stubbornness and ego?

It is the willingness of spirits to collide
As walls collapse.
Its your secrets blended with mine.
It is our scars intertwined.
It is that leap, that moment of clarity,
Soaring over a chasm to reach you on the other side.
It is the disregard of fear, the spoken fableded words
Reciprocated.
It is the unwavering yearning for your touch, your kiss
Your chaste lips
Upon mine
at *3:16 am.

Secrets hidden well,
To cover up the shame.
Memories suppressed inside,
To bring relief to her pain

Nightmares constantly present
To remind that the past is real.
Sickness retching the body,
To release the disgust she feels.

Pasts that still haunt,
Both by day and by night.
Lives forever altered,
By something so far from right...

Child left alone,
Trying once again to be whole.
This unforgivable devastation
Forever tormenting her soul.

Many questions yet unanswered,
She still waits and wonders why...
Was there a reason?
Was there a purpose...
For
All
These
Tears
That
She
Cries...?

Within me Lies
Someone full of hate, pain and rage. I
See through her eyes.
Inhale her breath.
Consume her foolish men.

I hear her,  I feel her.
She speaks in words that burn
Her touch sears the flesh,
Turns life to ash.

She traps me within,
In skin made of silk
Her voice made of Jazz.
Helpless is me (who had lost herself
To the beast once trapped within).

I feel her pain. I feel her hurt,
In pulsating waves
Felt within hollow chambers
Of the heart.

She is not shackled by this pain,
This hurt.
She is Fire.
All consuming, all powerful.
Callously and Casually she entraps.
She ensnares she takes (Inside her rests an unyielding furnace,
Filled with the ash and bone of her victims.
Am I too one?).

She corrupts flesh, she corrupts minds
she burns brightly, boldly, dangerously.
Her flesh slick with
The effluvium of
Lust.

I live within her,
I reside inside.
Shadow of my former self
Fragment of my former life.

She continues to live, she continues to consume
As fire can only take
Fire can only
Burn.
It tempts, it ensnares, enraptures
It does not feel, it does not care
*It does not love.

She built it strong
She built it tall
An impenetrable force
her unwavering wall.

Founded on hate
Founded on pain
Slick with agony
Painted in stains.

All sought the climb
All wavered...fell,
failing to reach
failing to quell.  

She built her wall strong
She built her wall tall
an unconquerable acquisition
with a devastating fall.

Climb, ascend, mount, scale
but be wary of her ferocious gale,
be mindful of her tears of hail,
Can you reach that heart so pale?
Can
you
reach
her
and
*prevail?

Slowly you draw near,
moth to my flame
you've entered my realm
come play this dangerous game.

Come sit near this inferno,
Come sit near this fire
Come to me, boldly
and be desired.

Let my fire conquer your body
Let my flames ignite your soul
Intertwined in my blaze...
consuming you whole.

Touch, caress, explore, and take
Engulf yourself in these triumphant flames.
Let my caress soothe as our bodies clash
Let my lips linger on yours
before
you
turn
to
ash...

I'm the change from Autumn to Winter...
subtle, silent, transcendent
Elusive.
I'm the twilight hours that steal away the day
dark, haunting, chilling
Elusive.
I'm the howl in the wind
wild, untamable, bold
Elusive.
I'm the tender touch of a lover
sensual, consuming, ravenous
Elusive.
I'm the stars in distant galaxies
unknown, terrifying, unobtainable
*Elusive