Disarming,
Like a soft kiss,
stolen in between the seconds
when your presence is absent.
His lips caressing my pale skin.
Tempting, he calls to me.
Pleads with me for another kiss.
I want him, love,
to love me like you have never done.
Golden lights
illuminate a hollow brimming with elven delight.
With majestic strides,
they sweep across the grass in sinuous curves.
Feral, untamed beings sway hips back and forth.
Sweat glistens on toned arms and legs,
drips from golden brows,
runs down bodies distorted in glee.
Crazed laughter permeates the air.
Heavy, smothering air, too thick to breathe.
Chests rise. They fall.
Faster, faster.
Hearts beating harder.
Drums beaten.
White skin taut.
The air is too thick to breathe.
Too unnatural.
Angry hands come up. Come down.
In rhythm.
Branches sway. No wind.
Leaves spinning, cyclic rotation. No wind.
Hairs on en
Your arms embracing me.
The smell of summer evening on your clothes.
Your short bristly hair.
Your soft, oh, so very soft kiss.
You are my anchor to reality.
When I float too far above the clouds,
you rein the chaos in.
When pitch black nights marred by the vengeance
of an angry rain beating the ground
reminds me that one day I'm going to die.
I lie beside you,
and the storms seem insignificant.
Your dirty underwear lie on my floor
and smell like the night before.
I know you didn't shower
because your pits are quite sour.
Your breath, my god, it reeks!
And is that cheese in your teeth?
Yet, I'll never wake up beside another
because you, beautiful, are my true lover.
A son, you watched your mother destroy herself
and everything and everyone around her with drugs.
Her world, sparkling with the passion of unnecessary medicine,
crumbled into little pieces by her unaware feet.
A son, neglected by your father,
stripped of love,
and thrust into a little room with a family portrait
of five smiling faces standing in front of a tree.
Yet on the wall away from your little room,
hangs a picture with four smiling faces,
and that picture is lacking yours.
Passion wilts and fades away,
crumbling on these lifeless lips.
These eyes sparkle not
with the fervor that possesses
souls red with wine.
So long, too long,
have my eyes been glazed.
Not with frenzy or ecstasy,
but with the dulling of life.
Like shells, they stare hollow.
Within this chest,
I know a heart thumps.
Yet what could I do to hear it
and feel it and love it and want it?
Passion escapes its chambers.
Like a zombie walking,
I stumble through life
without love or hate
or pain or joy.
I simply exist.
I was a bird with broken wings.
You took me in and cared for me.
And each day we spent together,
I began to fall for you.
I was a crow with a vicious appetite.
You were my prey,
and I was going to tear your heart out.
But when I looked into your eyes, I fell inside.
I was a little dove flying high with love.
I flew towards the clouds but I was broken inside.
I fell...
I fell...but you were my ground.
I was a scared little bird,
unsure of what you and who you were.
Now, I'm flying towards the sun,
and babe, you're right beside me.
Look deep inside your chest,
and tell me where I can find your heart.
I searched for a year
and never caught a glimpse of a beating part.
Look deep inside my eyes,
and tell me how much love you lied.
Lie, baby, and tell me I was so much more
than your whore.
He held onto me
like I was his excuse to live.
Tasted me
like I was the substitute for the drugs.
Loved me
like I was his escape.
I held onto him
like he was my reason to love.
Tasted him
like he was better than any wine.
Loved him
like he was only mine.
Cheap wine and stale vomit
sometimes make love bitter,
and my heart beats
like the puffing of his cigarette.
How long until he throws it away?