“She was like a wildfire.
She just appeared,
and took over
never looking back.
I got caught in her fire,
like an electrical line
swinging from a pole.
We burned together,
everything we touched
we set ablaze,
and when it all settled
we were the ashes together.”
“When did we disconnect…,
why am I still feeling your yesterday?
Awaken by swirling rotations rumbling inside,
sleep battles the filling fluids urging me to sit right.
Control of my body is control of my mind.
Controlling my mind to control my body.”
The thirst for her blood,
rushing to her head.
The ache in her body,
quivering with need.
The taste of her lips,
scented with lust.
The silk of her skin
even the slightest brush,
pulling you in.
Her hunger lingers in the air,
calling to those longing to be fed.
To herself only she pleases,
trapped by an infinity,
covered in red,
shamed by her own desire,
living in serenity.
“I promise there is one part of her that is worth it.
You must trouble through a lot of her that is not yet sorted,
you must overcome parts of her that look down but really are a climb up;
you must fight against her even though all she wants is for your to win.
You will endure her coldest winter ever,
you will suffer the heat of her body,
You will not know pain until she has grabbed you by the heart, and then let go…
but I promise there is a part of her that is worth it,
find the part of you that is strong enough to endure, to withstand, to fight, to win.”
“Can you see darkness arising from beauty,
do you see the shades of grey in a cotton candy sky?
Feel the wrath of the cold in a beautiful picture,
Can you see whats not there to the bare eye?
Perhaps you feel a photograph,
that cold breeze or blazing sun.
The dryness of the desert, the moist of the morning,
I suppose it all depends on the angle and the breath.”
“How I long to be the corners of your mouth,
uplifted every time you smile
which so often you do.
I need a ride on the edge of the world, your world,
I want to hang by by your bottom lip
swinging from your laughter.
I want to get caught in your three syllable words,
latching on to the vowels.
Speak life into me, mouth words that set me free
hanging from your bottom lip.”
“Fight the desire to cease
speak the words you’ve silenced,
fear not yourself
trust the confusion
live and let life live,
let that be the only choice.”