The Sky and I

The thunder cracks
And I think perhaps
The sky knows
What I feel.

Drink

She is a maze
In a blue bruised haze
Tough skin
Fragile veins
Bleeding confusion
That I will drink
Like a glass of red wine
A bottle at a time
My claim to fame
Assimilating quickly
Liquid pain…
While concurrently causing
More of the same.

Soon

I yearn for Fall
For the heat to cool
And a night
When the moon
Cooperates.

Buried

Delicately I place
My submissive self
Upon a secret shelf.
Softly I lull her
Into dreamless sleep,
While bleakly I brush
The dust of desire
From my breast,
Extinguish the fire,
And store the rest
Of disregarded desires
In a redwood chest
To be buried at sea,
Minus lone key,
The only sliver
Of silent truth
Gilded and gleaming
Inside of me.

Wet Dream

I grip
The muscles
On his back,
Run red-tipped
Fingernails
Down the slant
Of his jaw line,
Lying
Beneath him
In a dew dripped
Dress, ripped
By writhing, and driving,
And seeding screams
In the soft raw
Soil of
Aftershave scented
Dreams.

Trilogy

I make love to
Summer heat,
Oppressive
As the essence
Of your presence,
While I pray for rain
To wash you away,
To cleanse the filth
From brittle skin,
Licked by sin
And the tongue
Of my trilogy,
My legs spread wide
All too willingly,
For minister,
Grandfather,
God.

Ghost

Today your ghost is loud
Clanking chains against the
Vault in my soul.

Past Life

It seems another life now,
The humid days
And torrid nights
Of her.
And still she haunts,
Hiding inside,
While I wonder
And wander
Into red hair wisps
Of the past,
Where her laughter lingers
And her tears stain
My sunken soul
On a black broken
Daily basis.
Ten years doesn’t
Do much to diminish
My love,
Nor the potency of
Swamp Ophelia’s waters,
Wrapped warmly round
Each time I drown,
In wondering, wandering,
And praying in vain
That someday
I’ll hold her again.

Fog

Gray fog kissing green
reminds me
of the man I never loved
and the land I've never seen.

Mark

Dark haired
Supposedly free
Silently tortured
Just like me
Open hands offering
What you could never
Give
And what I could never
Receive.

V

You still exist you know
Even if I don't.
And I still wear black lipstick
Even if it isn't all about you.
I don't dream of you anymore
At least not when I'm asleep
And I don't think of you anymore
At least not when I'm high
And I don't look for you anymore
At least not on Sundays.

Nothing

Pink tipped
Lavender petaled
Rose
Beaten by bruising rain
Wilts in the sun's setting glow
While she stands
In periwinkle patterned
Lace lingerie
Perfumed and waiting
For absolutely fucking
Nothing.

Canvas

You stand above me,
tugging my hair
to draw my lips
closer to your will.
And I lay
open like the sky,
awaiting its Masters
splashes of sunrise.
A canvas,
accepting and absorbing
every stroke,
gentle or not,
and seeking only
your design for me.

Yours

I am on my knees,
Under your hand,
And beneath your gaze
That pierces through
Translucent skin,
Stinging from your
Commanding touch,
Sometimes tender,
Sometimes not,
But always born of love.

I am at your feet,
Waiting to worship,
Longing to serve,
Trembling for
The caress of your voice
That whispers words
Which swell my heart,
Assuring you are pleased
But reminding daily
Of my place,

And the fact that
I am yours.

Our Black Hole

Today I want to feel you
In the places where we used to live
In the sky heavy with whispers
Where temptation and contemplation
Consumed us both
Until like a star too heavy
We fell in upon ourselves
Screaming with pain
And watching helplessly
As karmic rain
Poisoned the flowers
And flooded the world
While angels wept
God slept
And “us” dissolved
Into a Universe
Of memories and dreams
Where last time, this time,
Next time and now
Unite to fill
The places and spaces
Between our souls
And light the darkness
In an empty black hole
Where we dream and drift
And await the gift
Of again.