Secret

You're dangerous
Evocative of the original sin
A habit that borders on addiction

My experience of you has become visceral
Cautious, as a beast hunting in the daylight hours
Feline instinct beneath the skin of a snake

I vibrate under habitual release
Wet, and paper thin at my center
I feel you pressing against me with the weight of your need

Secret and intimate
Exhilarating
Fixation

Collapsing breathless

I have lost my voice again

Summer's End

A vermilion sun; fizzles out to dusty sky.
Hissing across the face of a black demon, and leaving traces of fire on withering leaves.

A romance is ending

A funeral is beginning
I'm walking out of summers end like an animated corpse.

A blood moon rises over the chard remains of a blistered forest.
High temperatures give way to the cooler breath of November;

a canyon lake crystallizes

freezing all your emotions

I'm walking out of summer's end like a broken stallion.

Dull embers dripping from your wasted eyes.
Liquid mercury for your tears;

breathing begins

breathing ceases

I'm walking out of summer's end.

The Garden of You And Me

The length of the earth that separates root from leaf. A buried desire could run so deep.
Shadowed by branches; the frailty of you. A structure so ghostly with grayish hue.
The wind bends me closer that I might see. The changes of the season; the changes of me.
Sheltered by the limbs that grow from you. The movement of life under pastel blue.
The softness of the earth that separates you from me. A burning desire could run so deep.

Make Me Beg

'll show you what it means to crawl
what it means to need one thing only
love just leaves me hungry
craving
wanting
I'll show you how much I can need
what it sound like when the hunger calls
curses to the thing that feeds me
leaves me
trembling
obsession binds me to such an act
I'll leave the stage in shackles
take my bow in silence
submission
addiction
the needle comes with a body
I'll be what ever you want me to be
lover, friend or mother
I'll let you see what you want to see
just please
don't make me beg

Bones

Whenever I can feel my bones I have to close my eyes.
And I let the darkness rise from clouds that fill her mind.

The softness of a skin wrapped cage, I have to close my eyes.
And know that she is trapped in here with carnage and with flies.

Whenever I can feel my bones: a part of me denies,
that I have to close my eyes and take it deep inside.

Inside the cage; a piety where bones do not reside.
And I have to close my eyes, when she gets loose in my mind.

Touch Me

A moment of truth, the flesh does not lie to you. It tells you what you need to know; your fingertips, it's only memory. Even with your eyes closed, you always find the way.

I starve myself

I starve myself
Neither dead nor alive
just a distortion in reflective glass
this feeling soon will pass
like my skin passes through abhorrence
Body in disarray
something I can't stop looking at
does this magazine make me look fat?
or is it just that I can never please myself
Hollow is the feeling of control
hunger is the progress of will
dizzy, even when standing still
sleep is a blessing that consumes me
Feeble but able to function
maybe I'll have some bread
sipping green tea with milk instead
it's not living and it hurts
but I starve myself