Poems about Passion – Page 2 – Theater of Sorrows

Molecules

Love and madness
Risqué interlude wafting like plumeria perfume
Inhaled deep, like a rogue cigarette steeped in mace and cinnamon
Honeyed arsenic swirling through long-stemmed veins
Poison sweet like cherry brandy on drunk-plumped lips…
Beneath the last cadaver moon
This kiss of dread consumes the universe –
As beloved darkness inhales the stars and spits out woe
Funnel clouds writhe and wring out musky sighs
Molecules hissing and imploding like popcorn stars…
The savage assemblage of raw desire; Passions crashing birth, as barren eyes collide –
Twist and tangle with each others naked shadows
Vexing the gods
Enchanting the night creatures
Rapturous delight in almond-green, feline eyes
Slinky, prowling, familiar mystery
Claws that carve ornate galaxies down your spine –
Purring pretty obscenities…
Slurring wanton tendencies…
Licking love mark confessions –
Decadent rogue tattoos…
Fingers wrapped in silky hair; Pulling
Like untying a crimson ribbon on a pretty package
Worship beneath the tall fir ones, their thready arms reaching
To set the candlelight stars to flame
Mountain medicine and mysticism in your arms
Fire warriors dancing in your eyes
Muerte dulce beneath a star flower sky…
Poppy red fields with dandelion eyes, as midnight sun evicts twilight plumes –
Dragging our dark into the light, from its velvet tomb
Our bones stand on the fringe; Constricted shadows of poet ghosts on the horizon

Warriors
Dead words; Ink and mind ran dry
Perhaps your merlot kiss will tease words from me
That make demons melt and angels sigh

I need barbed wire, knife, and careless deed
Pelting rain and grey brush strokes across the sky
Bring me your cruel and bitter scars
And those distorted acid eyes –
Come scrape and mark me with your bite
Bring me your demons drenched in tar
Lets take our time with pain tonight
Ah yes my darling, there you are…
Until the next cadaver moon –
Where crowberry, briar and potion bloom
Where throaty moans and slippery skin devour shame in favor of
What dark remains
And sweetly stains, my love

Incision

Come here, where we’ve ceased into nameless shadows
Come smolder, drown in the depths of this orgasmic pain
Inhale all of our sorrow through your flowering eyes –
Like vines creeping up my skin, choking, suffocating my sanguine symmetry
Let your thorny fingers scrape ravines in me
Wounds to bleed waterfalls, that
Feed your naked scars with my lusty ink
Make your incision count
Choose your favorite damage from this graveyard of fractured hues
Puncture my skin with howling needles spitting times burning bridges –
Dangling watches over crevices of fatalism
Your shadow walking right through mine
As if yesterdays answers were tomorrows hypocrisies
You’ve got the moon dying, falling through the sun in a blistering travesty –
Two ancient beings colliding in a chaotic, heartbreaking symphony
Of lost, hopeless, gauzy dreams
That I’d wrap around you –
Your angelic face and beautiful tempestuous warrior eyes
Come lay, next to our blooming weeds
Our gardens weeping iridescent memories
Two hearts wrapped in poetic tragedy and floating ribbons of smoky regret

Before the moon fell into the cemetery –
The stars spelled out our story
Waiting for you to write it during twilights crushing, somber sufferings
But the pages never spoke the words
Indecision reaps embattled souls
Misconstrued offerings burning on the altar for the wolves to lick
Fur, saliva and blood and bone
Come suffer, here in the cavern of our porcelain existence
Bury the ruptures beneath the stones
Warm yourself dancing in the cleansing fire
Until the words weep from your fingertips –
Hemorrhage from your eyes
Evaporate from your skin
Hurl from your soul

Catch the sun before it eats itself
Curls your skin like papyrus etched with phantom doctrines
A foolish mans journey down the hall of hollow mirrors
Come sleep, beneath my lovers lashes
Eyes peeking through their forest at your damaged riddles
Longing for celestial questions
To silence the silence

To bring our shadows home

Toxic

Plump lips suck the toxic from bones
Suck the chill from tarnished air
Thaw it with expelled contortions that reverberate
Off of stained-glass membranes within lost epochs
Wrapping us in saturated dreamscapes
Beneath moody, melancholy arches of beautiful, dusty blues and greys

Unless

– Written in different passages –

Where

Slumber does not caress every crumbling tomb
Nightmares become death dream-circles
Unending, haunting plights in the afterlife
The inbetween where the lifeless live
Puppet bones with empty eyes, dancing to an unseen conductor
Paying tolls in backward circles that collide with eternity…

Plump lips suck the velvety, muted decay
Like it’s a romantic violet embryo in shades of ruffled, spongy lust –
Cemented to dementia hearts, choking from barbed wire tourniquets
You wear a disheveled crown of poetic solitude
Siphoned from the rusty, wretched gears others have welded to their bones…
You pull pistons with pen, coil torque with tongue, until it snaps
Slice air with fermented, soiled tears, sliding like worm trails down a recycled smile
Beneath a frosty sunset as scorching, sultry orange withers to sage –
Hovers over shadows and mottled statues that guard the institute of blue clarity –
Its mental steps leading to your grim spirit
Where every dense atrocity is encrusted with prickly, inflamed spines –
Bristly molecules that need a solvent before their debris dusts the fields with psychosis
What possessed the universe to unleash your brutal beauty into my emptiness?
What possessed me to string your thorns into a necklace –
That I adorn with my tender throat?
What possessed fire to dance between us?
I toss my hair beyond the reach
I don’t care about naked judgments from clothed strangers

Plump lips suck the rancid juice from the feast –
The blackened silt from terracotta twilights heart
Tongue sliding slow and cool up a lustless spine
Between each rough vertebrae it licks at the stars
Stroking their bliss into erratic vapours of ambrosial tendrils
Blooms that decorate the darkness with euphoric circadian residue
The moon salivates with each gushed, throaty breath
Time divides between fate and fallacy
Severing false tongues with razor sharp incisors
And we become a constellation of our own –
In the midnight sky
We unfurl among star births
Flowering, lacy love amid silver-passion explosions
Cocoons of hidden clouds forming lush, diaphanous, watercolor candy
That we glide through on our way to a mystical harvest of marigolds and wormwood
Rendering a celestial bridge to the unknown
And a louche of the perfect tint
Milky sweet

Plump lips feasting on divine, luscious madness