here with you,
i feel.
so
safe
and so
alone,
we are so
damn strong.
you
lead me with power.
you
taunt me with shame.
you
push
me
closer to
everything.
you are my pain.
i am your strength
we are,
everything
and
everything
is.
time
now,
to surrender
to me.
your beauty spent:
mad ravings on greed
masquerading as purpose.
who are you?
what are you
but a cog,
down on your
knees?
careful not to let
slick profits
slip,
and drip to
the
floor.
Starlight Bursts Effervescent
from YOU
and your fingertips,
but the rancid taste of copper
lingers
on your lips.
you pen their tall tales
proudly.
as
your own story
dwindles
into
myth.
dip
into your
fountain of loss
as you
swirl
across this
canvas of dreams.
a brush with
love
paints
each moment
with
your soul’s
final tear.
a destiny
unfulfilled
thunders haltingly
in old gray eyes.
the future lost,
to present joys.
sliver ethereal,
swinging
softly
against infinity.
She returns
in mystery,
smelling sweet
of springsong
and sliding
gently
through
the corner of the eye.
what magic?
what joy?
what sins hide
under her crooked smile,
on this
night
of wonder?
afraid
but not broken,
we play on;
no hope;
no succor.
but we play
on.
lofty dreams,
so innocent and so fucking huge,
floated safely
on youth’s broad
untested wings.
so safe;
safe no more.
hard rain
truths mercilessly
upon
our
tempered hearts.
dig in
and wait,
here comes the thunder
desire
grows and
focus
narrows
as we seek
an end
to self-inflicted sorrows.
a star
burning with the flames
of
missed expectations
is not a star.
it’s only
human.
sweetly expectant.
delicate.
patient.
feeling
all of infinity
rushing behind us
in anticipation,
knowing
oblivion awaits
beyond,
we cleave
trustingly
deeply
decadently
&
innocently
unto that moment,
and one another.
countless
souls,
for centuries blinded by
the
shadow of
fear,
groped
desperately to unlock
that hingeless door.
this new terror
may yet unveil
our spark.
behold
the light
inside.
feel
the roar
of the flame
within.
turn away
and inward.
your door awaits.
times are a changin’
and I welcome the end.
lost
in the twilight to a dozen
tomorrows,
i pass you by.
warmed
by trembling anticipation,
i lounge
in a dazzling spring sun,
dreaming
of autumn’s crisp bite.
when again will
we carve our dreams
against the sky?
sparking desires
quenched
only by Passion’s
fiery kiss
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