Unraveling

Caldron of Churning Cumulus

The night caves
Folds itself into this asylum of darkness
Pillow talk, then twilight sleep beneath our sheets; Your lunar dreams mirror mine
Moontide conjures shadows in our minds
Our web-weaved dreams, melting in the flames of the damned…
A chessboard of the same battles, just different demons
We howl, curse such threadbare sanity –
Lungs inhale a distance that tastes of cold hammered metal, which becomes exhaled coppery alienation…
Nursery rhymes are grotesque illusions, demons live between the pages
Disturbing minds, spewing torment made of afflictions too dreadful to name
Maiming Love; jagged pieces scattered in careful, erotic poses in a barren field…
Blood seeping like dahlia ink between hagged, bony fingers bereft of loves prose
Their most ravishing calligraphy churning into a demon-scented, premature eulogy
A dissection with unsterilized instruments and no remorse
No respect is paid when loves cadaver is indistinguishable…
Hopeless corrosive seizures, fueled with a fury paralyze loves flesh
Tear it, leaving it raw, flawed and reviled –
Lost beauty morosely beautiful
Glittering hyacinth recollections hiding beneath lacy, silver moon rays
Carried on wing and wind back into monochrome dreams
Petal-perfumed memories blossoming despite what offenses have tarnished
Reach for me; I will reach for you
Through cosmic cracks –
I see your soul
This inertia, that were going through…
Mathematics, mechanics, mutations and molecules
Obscenities –
Reach for me; I will reach for you
Paradigms a solitary, thorny cage; Puncture wounds stain a crisp white page
Sunless silhouettes rotting on the walls; Undrempt dreams unravel in the hall…
I’m your destiny, not your fate…
Your choice, your desire –
Not an inevitable chain
I’m the oracle of your truth
I’m the medium of your pain
I’m the vessel for your moody soul
Your silky lair to rest your nightmares of woe
Our savage, raging specters are forgeries –
Restrain love with each morbid, carcinogenic striptease
Shibari bound, to choke on kinks that masquerade as fantasies
But, my love, you know my eyes in your dreams
My whispers, my warm breath against your skin
Eons of sweetness, star-ice wrapped in moon fire…
Our thirst, faith, perceptions, fill the abyss
Time is this skeletons skeleton key; Through the dimensions our harms seep
And though whether wrought by fair or foul; I suspect that shadows creep
Through the sun to catch the moon
Tell me love, will you come home soon?
Wrap us in your tender words…
Give love a voice to be heard?

Blue

Perforated Peephole Proposing Possibilities

You were in the midst of your demons, stumbling drunk on confusion and rage
I had taken on tragedy, tied it up and put it in a cage
The sea in your eyes was crashing
Battering, bruising and foul
I was swept up into that miserable pain; Cyclone
Wondering what I was going to do now
You were the web spinner of discontent, flailing lament and chaos so savage it devoured its own meaning
I was an inkblot out of proportion, a lonely distortion, and despair drenched in so much blue, it leaked into my shadow
We fed each other our mysteries, murdered simple solutions trying to fit the pieces
Your nails, staples and razor wire heart didn’t speak in my tongue
But modern love bores me with its fraying before fully flourishing
And I knew who you were beneath the webs that you’d spun –
Beneath the fallout from betrayal, from the most selfish, cruelest deeds
That left you a cut, bled, empty scarecrow lying facedown in the witchweed…
It took a relentless, thousand mile wilderness trek with magnifying glass schematics
To recall those first breathy exposures that we left mildewing in the attic –
Those lips scorching new paths by the moons creamy illumination
That cast out archival wounds and tiers of paraffin woe, melting once again
Fire dance, flames that fly, shooting through a ferris wheel sky
I thought that we could, but now the only question is… Why?
Now with nowhere to belong
No lasting impression, despite dragging my shadow to every sunlit wall
And so the suffering… the corn rots on the stalks, sucked dry of its juices by the baking sun
As am I, wasting away, parched and brittle from drinking an illusion all wrapped up in prettiness
Spitting dirt, my bones shallow, disintegrating, falling into themselves, weeping… dust…
My heart feasting on brittle duplicities
Meanings have no meaning but we pile them up, create teetering monstrosities
Sorrow and tragedy speak in obsidian hues
I’ve never seen beautiful until you
I’ve never known lonely could soak into my bones
Leave me writhing, begging and screaming to be left alone
I breathe but yet can’t catch my breath
I wonder, am I awake or am I dreaming yet?
We were a wildfire storm that chewed up a lilac-frosted sky
And I’ll never regret what others will never understand
Your name a wistful memoir on my lips –
On the brink, like an hourglass sucking down sand
When I recall how we decapitated muse and utopia
Reckless and colliding like a magnitude 13
We notched fouls and madness, crashed and burned
Set flame to the laudanum after we doused it with gasoline
Thus this catastrophe that I have become –
I dream hopeless gasps instead of tender sighs
Wandering through a landscape of charred, lonely ruins

Blue swallowing love
Begging, what, my dear heart, were we thinking of?