jealous

I can't stand her eyes,When they alight with passion,Thinking about you.It's an ugly thing, you see,The green envy within me.

Chaos and Tragedy

She loves chaos and tragedy: Preening suitors bearing presents, trying to fill her void. Dark candles and cigarette smoke, a taste of blood, the high. Bacchanalian revelry, Sex and violence, a sigh. Sepia phantoms moving in sad mimicry of life.

lavender dreams

Like lavender dreams,You're gone in the morning light,Leaving me yearning.

Left Behind

A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind →

Desiderium

Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.

Wildflowers, Maples

I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.

How to Say

"J'adore,"I wanted to say,Between your troubled sighs,and lovely exasperations.Seeking romance and surprisevia photos, text-flirtations,how else would you like to bedisappointed?

beneath grey skies

Beneath these grey skies,Winter sun brings meager hopes.A ghost left on read.

Dispersed with a Kiss

Heavy hopelessness,A sense of that mortal dread,Dispersed with a kiss.We are thankfully simple,To grasp hope so easily.

Unkempt

You liked my hair like this,Roughly tousled, Stiff and splayed about,Treated with cheap shampoo,And what's conditioner, anyway?You'd sleep with my head on your chest,Enveloping me in your softness,While your fingers stroked through the mess,And when I'd wake my hair would be all the worse,Or all the better, depending on your point of view.