I sought it on the Devil's lips,
in his embrace
We intertwine, We twist
The savagery repugnant
as bodies collide
Intimacy culminating---
my sins give rise.
Between labored breaths
within satin sheets
Here--Dark meets Abysmal
And two tortured souls meet...
Building
Reaching
Pulsating
Both mind and body spent...
He sees through hazed hazel windows
And offers **Recompense

I hide you in my poetry,
In every ink stroke, blot, and flow.
I hold on tight, clinging to your memory,
Not ready to let you go.

I hide you in my dreams,
In order to visit you every night.
We'd live forever there together,
Until I'm robbed of you by light.

I hide you in my actions,
In every decision, in every thought.
Remembering your mannerisms,
Only to repeat what you have taught.

I hide you in my tears,
In every drop, stream, and stain.
Pondering in stoic sorrow
On your affinity to cause pain.

I hide you in my soul,
And tether your essence to my heart.
I still cherish what once was had,
Despite this rift, despite this part.

I hide you in my smile,
In recollections of together.
However, it is time to say goodbye,
For nothing lasts forever...

My heart yearned to be fixed...
ached to be rebuilt with the tender hands of
an everlasting forever.
My Sprit, long broken and shattered,
lifted with an optimistic hope
at your entrance.
My Soul...if only for an evanescent moment
returned from its self-induced  isolation.

But your touch was dangerous,
Your lips were toxic, and your words hollow.
I was lost in our temporary lust,
lost in the cold  fire beckoning behind your hazel  eyes.

Shackled was I, in the flames of a fiery passion.
(We so often forget that it is the inferno's we nurture and create ourselves
that consume us whole. In entirety.)
You were my all consuming,
Devouring what was left of me...

Shameful was I,
For enjoying my own destruction.
I felt bliss instead of pain,
I inhaled ecstasy and breathed in fantasy,
All the while choking on the effluvium of your lies.

Her skin is Obsidian,
Forged in the sacred flames of pain,
Calamity, and destruction.
She walks through Hell unscathed, for she is
Transcendent.
She was anguish, she was suffering,
She was guilt, she was unrequited love, she was hate.
Molded, formed, shaped, and artfully crafted, her darkness was beautiful.
Obsidian.