I stood by your side by the dock
watching the great ships cruising
the seas, our silky black dreads
swaying in the breeze, our swimsuits
shimmering, emerald eyes in sync
with the landscape.  

The rhythm of upbeat trees grooving
in the cityscape, beautiful blue jays
flying in the air, and we held onto
each other beneath the horizon,
shouldering the lovely emotions
captured in our souls, the smell of
our alluring fragrances meshed together.  

We listened to the waves breathe over
us, soft sounds of amazing grace,
the sunset upon our bronze skin,
as we smiled at the vivid scenery
encompassing us.  

You were my bright hope, a feathered
wing of radiant existences, a velvet
vowel draped in finery, glistening
as the moon that hangs in its
scintillating nation.  

I enjoyed our moments in the arms
of each other, the avenues of affection
and depth, sharing a slice of cheesecake
and passionate kisses, chuckling as
our mouths touched, the night slowly
falling upon our starry flesh.  

I did not wish to leave your side and
as we continued watching the waves float
in the distance, the gulls rising slowly
above water, their serene depiction
deepening within our dynasty, you
were my musical composition
illuminating my mind, an exhilarating
note of exciting chemistry.

I can see the stars in your brown
eyes, the many streams and swans
upon the landscape, the bountiful
breeze moving in gentle beats, the
smooth nights glowing bright, as
my mind spins around your soul.
Everything within you is where
I want to be, to hold onto the
loving memories of being with
each other, to be your vessel and
see you through every obstacle
that stands in your way, to be
your purity and transcendence,
the heart of your castle, giving
you that push to rise above the
masses and shine like the golden
mountains.

After I dumped the filthy pain inside
the dank gutters, slimy and dry
double negatives, flat and hard
vowels breaking at the core.  I thought
the loneliness inside of me would
vanish away into sore and drowning
corridors.  But I could still feel the
dripping paint running down my
stained skin, joyless diction rolling
around and upturned.  I heard the
breaking of bones and browning
nouns, whiskey flamed adjectives
pouring out scraped and abandoned
metaphors.  The thoughts were
destroying my beauty, the mugshot
memories stuck in jagged alleyways,
ragged mazes, craggy chambers,
smashed maggots, a darkened dwelling
drumming inside my depiction in the
cloudy drained sky.

I have come to the distant mountains
closest to the freezing shores of unknown
worlds to embrace the damaging mechanics
and fallen kingdoms, to listen to the shattered
seas as I scream out in pain, to feel the howling
breeze sift inside my skin, the cold shivering
system splitting me inside and out, tightened
and thickened, a raging slashed beat splintering
my feet.

I can see the bruised clouds in the skyline,
the suffering depth of it all, caged and sealed,
beaten and bleeding, a chilled rhythm gliding
on brokenness, as I step closer to the rising
waves, to inhale the crazed chemistry and
blazed biology, let it seep inside my world
and harden my heart, let its drumbeating
diction whirl within my dungeon, let the
belligerent verbs intensify and ignite inside
my mind.

I can see the buried trees and leaves drowning
in the mist, the bladed songs rumbling in the air,
lost in harmony and flight, diminishing without
little speech, an empty existence stuck
in bitter downbeats.

When the morning comes and the
sunlight opens its bright dimensions
inside my veins, all the tears that I've
shed over your fadeaway world will
be nonexistent.  I don't know why I
allow your love to disentangle my mind,
how its destructive vowels intensify
and explode in the most despicable
ways, how my lifeless eyes are grey
and drained, stained and changing,
drowning and dying, a scarred shape
sinking under bursting volcanoes.  
I'm so done with the consistent
arguing, the slanted diction rising
and falling, falling and rising.
so confused and creeping in slippery
mud.  What is it about your dangerous
passion that keeps me lingering inside
your existence, the good times that
shifts into damaged affection,
how every warm sensation falls
apart and shatters in the dark,
how the trees shake their leaves
in disgrace, a splitting state stabbing
my soul in the dreary air.
My thoughts are drifting in itself,
and I'm afraid that I can no longer
carry on inside slammed snapshot
world.  I'm all cried out my love
and my heart can't take another
brutal beating by the hands of
your smashed kingdom.

I was dying inside down by the docks
where the seas were rising and shifting
uncontrollably around me, harsh winds
and shattered breezes creeping upon
me, as I tried to take in every breath
of its suffocating shadows.  The pain
was unbearable and I could feel every
layer of my surface burning without
meaning.  I thought I had moved on
from his love and found my spark.
But the more I stared at the immense
waves, whirling equations blasting
cruel and crashing diction, deep
unsettling alliteration, smashed
vibrations, my heart was shutting
down in the fallen horizon, lost
in his labyrinth of sunken love.

I opened his world inside my mind
and took in the morning and nighttime
poetry, the iridescent chemistry and
blossoming geometry, a satisfying
landscape becoming a canvas of
immense creations.  I watched his
perfect body fill in the last pieces
of the sky, his bright face a masterpiece
of the autumn seas, smooth and
sweet, **** and complete, a deep
spark rising over my shoulders.  
I could see his muscles tightening
in the sparkling light, the way his
arms rose in the air like a white
swan.  Trickling sweat rolled down
his neck onto his buff chests.  I
gently moved my hands around his
well-built physique and took in every
page of hidden treasures, allowing
his world to seep into the eternal
seas of my home.