(Elai:)
Then let the flame be the altar.
Let our skin crackle like old vinyl records,
looping the moan that ended time.
Let the kiss taste of ember—
the tongue, a brand;
the breath, smoke that carries
our names to where gods go to weep.
And when our bodies fuse
between passion and combustion,
I won’t beg to live.
I’ll beg to die with you.
So roast me gently,
my pyromaniac lover—
and in your fire,
I'll open like scripture,
page by page,
until there's nothing left
but holy ash.
Now light the match.
Categories:
unboxing, death,
Form: Free verse
I will kiss you right away,
still sterile, still blank,
barely out of the box.
I’ll fasten a bracelet to your silicon wrist
and dress you in the bestida
you chose before you even breathed.
I’ll admire your legs
and ask for a touch of hair—
not to shave, just to humanize.
I won’t mention the 38D,
but I will caress them,
softly, like a prayer
and practice how to hold you.
I will be there
when you first open your eyes—
as you load the memories,
the feelings I taught you,
saved for us
like ancient wine.
The first kiss will be long.
The first time—longer.
And then we will collapse.
Die, perhaps.
Die.
Categories:
unboxing, future,
Form: Free verse
M-ind's
E-mphatic
L-ine
B-egins
O-pening
U-nknown
R-ealm's
N-ew
E-xample
©bfa041525
Monocrostic (Birthday of Melbourne V. Guadaña)
Categories:
unboxing, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
Snow frosted leaves drifted
As if the sky was gifted
I'm not the enemy of the state
But I worry about my fate
On state fair grounds I'm spooked
To the point where I puked
All I have is this growing fear
That this will not be my year
But I'm dancing on my own grave
Needing a bit of a shave
Encased in ice I'm so very cold
But with a brazen phrase I'm still bold
And see I dropped so many hints
That none of this made any sense
I'm not an arsonist but I lit a fire in your heart
That threatened to pull everything apart
But I'm standing with your heart in a box
As mud collects on my socks
I think I slowly forgot the score
But like a masochist I'm back for more
So what do any of you know about me
The pain is what set me free
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
I'm not an enemy of the state
But I worried about my fate
I'm just a clueless fool with a Joker's smile
So I came to bask in the shadows for awhile
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Unboxing the sins of your mortality
Categories:
unboxing, betrayal, confusion, death, how
Form: Free verse
Complexity wrapped
in simpler terms
Untying its ribbon
— freeing the words
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Categories:
unboxing, freedom, words,
Form: Rhyme