Bleak

Chemical Contraption

Smoldering pages, burnt beyond recognition
Written from your raw 3am heart, seen through your warrior eyes
Declarations of love, sooty fossils now, Lascaux broodings smudged on pale palms
Seen through hazel orbs, simmering grief beneath a violet veil
Words colliding with pain, a symphony of desire, drenched in anguish
As we tangled, then exploded like a dying star
You were meant to be my lover, but love?
Lovely was never stitched into our tapestry… it stood in the mirror like a snapped shadow
There was no forever meant to be deciphered, sealed in stone
This bleak coupling, a road winding through mounds of ashen tears –
Our eyes… glassy globes where winters frozen flakes were always falling
Our instinct was just to survive, and only prolonged the pain swelling our sentimental wounds
This tempest sucking the marrow from our bones
Stealing the breath from our whispers
Wringing the meaning from our words
Like barbed wire, time pierced our hearts leaving ruby pools of blood on the bedroom floor
Which you smeared in my hair as you ran your fingers through it…
Which you painted on my cheeks as you lovingly patted them…
Like ruby lace, decorating our skin as we enjoyed a rare moment of tenderness, intimacy… denied desire…
Losing ourselves to passion instead of anger for just one night beneath a glowing, frosty moon
Your beautiful body beneath my hands, fingers tracing your naked perfection
Claiming you as mine for just one night, letting all of the betrayals fall away –
Knowing this would be the last loving poem, words written with our breathless yearning
Fingernails licking your back one final time, lips pressing predictions on my body anywhere you wanted
One final time
Thinking only of now
This moment
Desire

Why are you here? Is there a reason for our existence besides this bed of tortured pain?

Tease the sweet from the candy, add the bitter to the pill
This divine tragedy, such dark and lovely pain to dip the bones into
A strange familiar softness; This despondent, lovers cocoon…
I’ll search among the stars until I find
Your sweet, dark caramel eyes
Brimming with an ocean of sorrow at our demise
Longing for me as I long for you –
While telling me goodbye

Blood Red Flower

Pretty Petals Purge Poison

So you
You made it through the fall of grace
Summers winter dressed in black lace
The moonless sky
The wine gone sour
Your crimson fade –
Your last hour
Were you
Contemplating philosophers
Chasing lines that became blurs?
The well ran dry
The soil turned dour
Your veins… your canvas –
A blood red flower
Drowning in your self created obscurity
Wallowing in your false poetic misery
Reflection in a crystal pool of impurity
Gulp perverse like it’s a fizzy tea…
I opined
Eyes shining backward; It wasn’t you
Sprawled on the floor with your soul askew
Retching demons
At the eleventh hour
Too late… those veins –
A blood red flower
And history through the magnifying glass
Blown up like balloons in a circus parade
Put your mess in order love!
Gather your words that taunt sweet dreams
Rhetoric, sentiments, explanations, expletives –
Nonsensical cigarette ribbons in stale air
Stitch your wounds with barbed thread and wire
Stop pulling ghosts from your wretched seams
I paused
Watched you in your garden pondering
The gears grinding in your mind wandering
Stench of illusion
The weeds devour
Merlot veins… like wicked rain…
A blood red flower

Desert Soul

Peaceful Paragon

I can’t grasp my breath, can’t see its shadow
Unwrapped by a thousand gasped cuts, razor sharp
That have punctured the sun
I can’t feel my fire –
Inhale its spirit into my souls desert
Permeate my chiaroscuro and my greys with scent and color inbetween –
Pigment alchemy in this carved indigenous wasteland
Where is the water?
Where is the water?
Where is my thirst?
Where is your thirst?
I’ve lost my counsel; Spinning stars tilt the sky, leave me with convulsing eyes
You say I should seek the wisdom of your elders –
Feather and sage in your hands to send me on my way
I am stravaging your red road by moonstone –
Between thorny tumbleweeds, cacti spurs, mica shards
Amid iceberg caves with screaming visions
Dreams of twisted symbols that solicit extraction; Meanings in motion, poured
Dousing dust, rusted sockets, and dead roots
Stones turned reveal cliff notes
Braided vines to scale brail canyons littered with corpse histories –
Reach the inclines leading beneath tangerine cliff overhangs
Where messengers shape what speaks within each seasons almanac
And your eyes welcome me, urging my sight toward the promise surrounding me –
Bones restrung with succulent thread –
It’s sinewy, linen web glistening with knots of perpetuity…
And thus, an unfolding; A spewing cornucopia
Birthed into this dry, wretched, sun-cracked inertia
All of this mealy precipitation baked into my veins, like cracked pottery
Having been left in the chimera too long
Ah, but, firefly particles weave dandelion seeds in the thin-veined air
Delicate reminders that burst like ice crystals on the sun –
Or sunflower petals in your mischievous eyes
Pearlescent and balmy
And my riddles are diffused, take flight on the bohemian wings of gypsy moths
I breathe again my ancient secrets
I know each curve and pattern, each trace and continuum…
Rushing through me
I am nothing
And everything
My chamomile eyes flowering