Expressions of the Defeated

The hand that grazes my cheek stirs me from sleep,Scented in earthy, flowery colors that taste like sunshine,To wake and see her eyes, like liquid amber glistening,And to take her frowning mouth into my own,She tastes bittersweet, like marijuana and sadness,But hungry for the opportunity to escape thought,I swallow her poison, soothe the wolf of … Continue reading Expressions of the Defeated →

If They Love You, Let Them Go

I wish I held tight,Holding you close to my heart,Never letting go, again. Freedom must come first,I am as wind, untethered,,If you loved me, let me go.

Worse to be Simply Forgotten?

I dreamt of you the other night:The white of your neck,Silhouetted by starry hair,Your crooked smile seemed to say,"If you have a problem, deal with it."While you moved to a song only you heard,Golden eyes gleaming with secrets thoughts,And your sharp personality cutting every word. But then I remembered,Your eyes were a pale green,Like a … Continue reading Worse to be Simply Forgotten? →

Self-Reflections I

Yes, I am a fraud: Covetous and passionate, And yet, dismissive and bored. I am like a child, Who cries and pleads for new toys, And so breaks the ones he has. And so in my fits, My discarded loves grow deep, Even as I grow shallow. How can I accept,The love you tenderly give,When … Continue reading Self-Reflections I →

The Summer Sickness

A hot wind carriesThe ambition of my love,This fever, yet unbroken. This dust on the wind,Clouds the judgment of young fools,And makes us all sick with love.

The Taste of Apostasy

Blue smoke snakes from dark lips, seductive, The gossamer dress settles, languid, Slender arms cross the scarred space, cruelly, Wrapping around my throat, adoring, Hot tears fall as ruby drops, regret, I am contempt, lusting, delicious.

A Dinner of Fools

It feels cruel to beDistant from your soft dark smile,A grazing glance keeps me strong. It seems cruel to me:Smiles behind the patina,Of a well-worn wedding band. It is cruel to see,The cracks in our smiling masks.Comedy or Tragedy?

A Longing for Autumn

My love is too delicate for daylight, like dewy imaginations of misty mornings, the soft, cool breath of falling maple leaves, the hush of grassy murmurs in shallow brooks, or the exultations of a wondrous, witchy child waking to the realization that she is finally home.

A Yellow Sunhat

The youth brightly smiled,Their well-worn yellow sunhatSpoke of many adventures. For you, I'll endureThe weight of all winter's snow,And the wilting summer's heat.

Stolen Moments

She kissed me lightly, Hidden behind smoky airs, Beneath blood red wines.