I want to taste the words
Unspoken
From your lips,
Trace lyrics of
Love songs
Dancing on your hips.
Caress the curves of every
Quotation mark,
Comma,
And parenthesis
On your skin.
After,
In slumber,
Our dreams will
Emerge with language.
Angels will sing
Us into our sleep;
As our bodies
Touch gently,
Limbs intertwined;
And weave our
Ink-stained souls
Into one.
Images of fire
Swirling
Round and round,
Emerge
From my mind,
You standing in the
midst of it all.
We awake,
Streams of sunbursts
Streaking our faces.
I glance at
You,
Face caressed
By light,
By fire.
My only love.

Death is portrayed as sorrowful,
Oh, but have you seen its majesty?
The incense of rotting flesh, and
Maggots weaving a trail of gore?
Imagine a body lying, contorted,
Ligaments torn, muscles cleaved in two.
Red splattered across a canvas of white,
A sadistic art of the modern times.
Many would turn away,
Disgusted and scared of the sight.
But I ask of you to admire,
To look closer at death.
For nothing is more beautiful than
Mortality exposed in its cruelest form.

Jealousy,
The green-eyed *******.
A single word,
Uttered in vain,
Then,
A sudden,
Sharp,
Pain.
Liquid Fire
Travels from reddened eyes,
Blink,
Wipe,
Repeat,
Until no tears remain.
Then,
There will be nothing,
But, emotion
Smothering,
Suffocating,
Killing.

From head, to toe
A balance beam of life
Trembles.
Angry hands shake with
The regret of death,
Large feet take baby steps,
Retracing his feats.
For a moment,
Dropping to his knees,
The man cries,
A lonely heart
Calling,
Begging,
For humanity to recognize
His kind-hearted
Demeanor.
An intelligent mind
Wavers,
Looking through soulless
Eyes,
Knowing not why
Abandonment
Exists.