Your parted lips tore my mind
into pieces as they beckoned
my mouth to rest on the red clouds.
We connected like thunder and lightning;
my chest rumbled, and my heart flashed
with excitement -- my lips dreaming
forever on yours. My thoughts circled
endlessly when your starry eyes
threw them to the heavens.
I wanted to pierce the inside
of your head and see
if we were Gemini,
but I got stuck in the cascading
sands of your headdress
and nearly drowned in its waters.
Your body was an island, draped
in secrecy -- only your face
an empty field. My eyes frolicked
around the silver orb dangling
beneath your ear
with flowering elegance.
Half of your face is uncharted
land, shadowed by a simple turn.
Your flaws are probably buried
in that space, but I would rather float
endlessly in your perfection.
stars burn brightly,
an infected war-zone.
Mouths mock the guns, exploding
openly like a grenade thrown
in an empty field: a zombie cleared
away the land's humanity again.
Naked skies drift in the horizon
and dance in the arms of yellow
light -- gentle as a sprinkling rain.
Jealous winds breathe,
into the blue ears, hoping
to steal the harmony of sky and sun
Golden rain is washed away
by black clouds screaming
at the soft stepping -- always
unknown to them.
Skies, heavily clothed,
crash into the horizon,
searching endlessly for the light.
Rhyming words are always needles
in my skin -- the tips pushing their way
past the barrier; my blood crawls like beetles
swarming around a mass of decay
whenever I see the forced words of people's
poetry. The sharp endings nearly spray
a red shower inside my thumping head
as the diction slams down on the page like lead.
Those simple lines repeat
like echoes of the past.
While you say there is no rot to meet,
those simple lines repeat --
those footsteps on the street.
My decaying head melts as
those simple lines repeat
like echoes of the past.
The floorboards creaked under my feet
as I felt the moments slipping through my fingertips.
Hazy memories of your warm gaze
have been devoured by specks of the cold present.
You made life a puddle of time,
and I melted between the cracks.
we danced across the stars
as they dripped on our foreheads
and melted at the touch --
vapors shooting out,
joining the rhythm of our bodies.
the wind pushed through your hair
failing to acquire the grace.
the moon stole your illuminating
skin but gave you her eyes.
blinded, she twirls in the night
but loses her place in the spotlight
I flew over the cuckoo's nest
just to take a crack
at life, egging myself on
while pulling myself back
to reality: devils in white coats
with horns for hands pricking
every fold of my skin.
My body cradles into a deep rest,
while my mind soars.