to love, is often to bleed,
cut at the wrist through the fields of reids,
mummification of a beloved memory,
wrapped in caramel gauze of a felo de se.
“should we see this heralding—?”
asked the lonely chimera to the aardvark,
her eyes welting with levees to break,
single teardrop of a fallen empire drips to hands.
“time cares not for your water child, just your heartstrings,
but by which face, who will you let lead is the mystery,”
its cane snapping, sending it bouncing down the hill,
quick way to get around, if you are built for hellscape.
“to which face i lead,” it silently speaks,
“am i the lion, a snake, or just a sheep—?”
Zenith swirls of black rose petals,
burst into a flock of circling crows,
descending ash and rain on my frozen form.
Viscera and scarlet pools flash,
feet running of a child,
car screeching tires with broken glass.
Piano motif grave into a tilt,
fingers dancing like butterflies,
levees welting over the brim crimson,
down the side of the dam,
Moon alabaster dust suspended,
upside down pyramid spins ever so swiftly,
I wish to go inside this burgundy sepulcher.
Ferryman take the bribe from the crypt keeper,
under the veil of the cloak in black,
piano crescendos with a cello in orchestra.
Now I float amongst the wraiths,
nevermore.
Golden silence here in crepuscule,
wonder if that sun ray in the distance,
is meant for me,
a telephone ring.
Teardrop a shudder in a large mirror reflecting,
zeal cherry blossoms in its grasp.
Lilith is the queen of darkness,
caution tape blueberries and cherries,
a moth that never emerged from larva.
Skulls pile up at the cemetery,
husk buried separate on the moon,
an ethereal tether to the void.
To live a long life is to die alone.
APRIL SHOWERS
April showers, not beautiful at all.
Umbrella rent though it was filled with love.
The leaves, like tears, deteriorate, fall.
Looking...Reaching...for comfort from above.
Consolation interrupted. Oh death!
It takes my father’s eyes to unseen depths.
He lets me stare though I can’t find her breath.
They mirrored each other’s souls; thief robbed his wealth.
To seek and find, to knock and open book.
Faith! Victory! I don’t feel it — her pulse.
Devotion’s years...welting of tears. I look
For words of comfort on each page — Christ’s pulse.
Our tears in jars of ash. He paid in blood.
Christ’s resurrection repairing grief’s flood.
5/15/2021
Your touch upon my soft cream skin
As I lay here in this gentle breeze
My blood starts flowing, warming inside
Oh, ....you are such a little tease
Tiny little touches, you creep along my flesh
Seeking, searching the perfect place to rest
You move with speed I envy, skill of a hunter.
Quiet in the moment, you do what you do best
You enter me with skill and grace
A sensation that will last the night
I feel you throughout my veins
Sucking in my juices with your bite
When the pain comes, my reaction is violent
The itch of you I just can't help but wish away.
You are welting up my soft cream skin
Please, take your bloody kisses, leave me today.
As many times before you have tasted me and I let you go.
I will not let you live for one more drop, I kill you tiny mosquito
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