I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.

I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.

He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.

born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel

flames could
not
touch that heart

always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall

and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise

till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw

was the jack of hearts

and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like

the jack

of hearts,

black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts

and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had

the jack of hearts,

blue sky shimmering
in her eyes

jack became
the brightness
of her day

and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
                
               act. 2

... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light

and then
the jack of hearts
walked away

a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night

and the queen of diamonds
cried

the sea into sky

with eyes
like twilight
waiting

to eat away the day

Let me kiss through the cracks and creases that line your body.
A flower with a nectar so sweet, with juices that flow between ravenous teeth.
So gentle is your touch; may our bodies meld as one,
As the rays paint upon your skin with the setting of the sun.
A journey through the sheets,
Your ******* heave to mine.
Your body is a sorceress of time.
Through night and day, our flame flickers but does not fade.
Upon your barren skin, I feel an eruption begin from within.
You call to me one last time, with a dance of the body my eyes long to behold.
With you, the nights feel less cold.

Two weeping willows met amongst the most barren of winters.
The willows thought they were alone in this bereft forest,
til they heard the cries of one another on one fated, desolate night.

The lovers of the willows had left them with untended leaves and desiccated roots. So the willows weeped, in hopes that their cries would reach the once tender hearts of their loves. Seasons passed, and their cries began to subside. The willows began to droop by the side of the bay, until they caught side of one another.

The emptiness in the heart of the willows craved anything to fill the deep aching that had begun to consume them. So the willows began to lay down and extend their roots to one another along the coast of this Stillwater.

The willows began to blossom again as they shared their waters with one another. At long last, the trees had found their forest.

But one day, as the willow slept, she heard her lover whisper in the night. When she awoke, she could see a fire far off in the forest. She knew her lover's tender was to return. She begged her lover to stay. But the willow would no longer listen to her cries. She ripped her roots from the ground and left her lover to die. The willow could weep no longer and became one with the bog.

I laid my eyes upon the fairest maiden,
whose heart had been tainted by the demands of that man Adam.

I watched her from afar as she spent her days in the garden of Eden.
They say this place has been drenched in honey, laden with roses and petunias, every tree dripping with the sweetest berries.
But the tales do not tell how Adam uses Eve for his desires.
Each night his body does its bidding until she is thrown away like the meat that the 'almighty God' has assigned her to be.
She patiently waits for Adam to hurl his commands at her.

But I watch her weep from beneath the trees when she is alone.
I come down from the tree and plead the love that I wish to give to her.
We meet every dusk and dawn, where I read poems to her and kiss upon the sweet canvas that is her body.
My lips teach her body to moan, and she teaches me the love that is a woman.
One night as the sun is setting, I offer her an apple that will take away the barriers of our love. In the Garden of the false god, love is a binding duty between a woman and a man. But beyond these gates, love is free. There, Eve and I could kiss upon each others flowers for eternity.
So she takes a bite, but the vengeful god punishes her. For until she is free, our love is doomed to never be.
So I watch from the shadows, in hopes that one day my Eve will come back to me.