(Belated) Birthday Wishes

It's not that I'd forgotten it, Nor ignored what day it is, The words just failed to form aloud, Made mute by my cowardice. What do we do with these wishes, When they fail to come to true, Are they abandoned in dark holes, Or trashed as broken things do? Maybe I can't fathom a … Continue reading (Belated) Birthday Wishes →

Strange Dreams

I dreamt a strange lie,My mouth against your neck,And you turned your head to sigh,Eyes closed, hair mussed,Whispering, "I thought you died."

L’adore

I adore the rain,Flittering through cigarette smoke,Scattering my clouds,With fingers lightly dancing,Washing away pain.

Disrobing

After the party,Our exhausted bodies sprawl,Through the foyer doors,Slinking to the living room,Opulent, pristine,(Because nothing lives in there)My red-wine breath fogs,While your dark dress falls,Pale, moonlit skin, bared like knives,So soft and so cruel,Cuts into my blurry mind,Your wrothful embrace,Kissing, clinging, poisoned lips,Our lust fills our hate,Nothing else can satiate,Spent blood, exhausted,A push and pull, … Continue reading Disrobing →

Withering Gold

Elegant bands twist,Relationships golden-hued,Bonds so intricate,The faintest marring,Results in tragic collapse,Our perfect circle,Now but ashes in the wind.

Lunar Beloved

My lunar beloved,Whose shimmering silver spears,Pierce my shameless eyes,Tear out these poisonous thoughts,And grace my mind - vacuous.

My Sweet Despair

I am a Mayfly,A life that ends in a day,A faint light snuffed out.The clocks portend my last death,Over and over again.

The Old Way

Gods from Sky are cruel,They bluster and scream blindly,Shattering the world.How long must we be bound toThe cruel whims of ancient lords?

Heart. Attacked.

Timing is sublime,Rhythm off, growing hotter,Watching her lips smile,Hands touch, a muted laugh shared,And it all ends with a pop. I am so sleepy.A heavy heart drags me down.At least it's warm, here.

The Mountain Inn

The inn seemed precariously placed upon the steep face of the mountain, held in place by a few well-placed beams and a lattice of weather-worn wood. To hear the building creak in the middle of the night was to quietly wonder if this was the day it was to fall into the valley below. Sitting … Continue reading The Mountain Inn →