The correlations between our journeys-
The interagency
Our folie à deux

I will take the expressions from off of your tongue
Flick a story to commemorate the day we sat upon the sun-
And the ending of such

Naked and restless
Burning our words-
Our translucent context of hearts
With nails dug in so to insure nothing would go unveiled
No passion left behind
No flame left untouched

Peculiar faces-
Skeptical goodbyes
And the melting of a night-
calmly waiting in the back drop of your mind
The teeter totter was always an amusing ride
Sincerity and insincerity alike
It slowly becomes an equal battle between endearment and fright-
Forgiving and holding
With what steel skin you’ve painted on their bare stares
Abstract means of clothing removal
Count it-
One, two, three, four, thirty eight times
Awkwardly imperfect as perfect is
In a sense-
Each body became an atlas
But where is your compass?
Misplaced it just as you have the rest

Went north when you meant to go west
And now you’re stuck somewhere in the south
Indulging in subsequential nonsense


(c) Tiffanie Doro

Life is a vindictive game
And it’s been cheating us-
Before we ever took our first breathes

When you come to the realization that there is not a single **** person that you know which you can turn to and express the depths of your emotions with the decisions become incredibly clear.

Love is not blind. We are merely blind compensating with our senses.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

They said "child, he is the enemy." On the day I came into this reality. 
 
I became a stranger among the unknown. 
 
The scripts they read told of fires which embers drew the blind and led the wild to fields where they could grow until blackened wings towered over our world. 
 
But when you met my face you withdrew your guns and blanketed my body from the shadows and freezing moon. 
 
You gave me the energy of a thousand men in the form of wisdom in my eyes. 
 
You carved the words into my skin with satin lips. 
 
Though I was frail and the world grey, 
 
Even with my disbelief I saw the color in you. 
 
My heart grew abundant,
 
Filled what was scarce,
 
Shaped the branches and vines that covered. 
 
All because of the love you shared
 
The words you spoke
 
And the strength you bore through the tattered minds of the truly lost and blind
 
Your pages do not compare to your frame
 
And my eyes have never seen such a sight that I buckled at my knees
 
I will take the words that remain and create a new name in place of the coward you have put to shame.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger

Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed  
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space

A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical

Closer to irrational spirituality

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I could say that it is our generation but bitterness has always been grandfathered in and we've become so frightened of what is real that we are more content opening up to a lions den to be devoured. Perception or deception? I'm not so sure the lines are still in existence.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro