What I do know is my soul has lost the will to resist you.

Your tenderness covers my invisible wounds.

Your hand holds my disfigured heart ever so gently.

Now I understand what it means to surrender all that I am

for precious moments with you.

I was lost in the dark on this path until your tender flame broke up the darkness surrounding me.

One last time the black swan will open its wings

To hastily embrace the inward universe;

But remember that nothing is what it seems

And the mirror might be coherently reversed,

The reflection makes as well sense

When the butterfly's touch implacably stings.

One last time I intake a drag of the climate

One last eternity I will witness his gaze

One last period I will shed a layer of suffering

One last moment I will know it takes seconds

to expire.

“Why are we slowing down?” Bruce asked impatiently from the passenger seat.

“Because I have to run one last little errand,” smiled the young man with the malachite eyes.

“I like to do all my grocery shopping BEFORE I hit the road,” Bruce scoffed, “But I guess that’s just something you’ll have to learn.”

The driver simply shrugged and continued navigating up the side road.

“Come on, dude. You weren’t serious, were you?” Bruce whined, “For real, if you make one more stop, I swear we are gonna be so totally late and that is NOT cool.”

“Don’t worry. I will,“ the driver laughed, evoking a groan from Bruce, “I’m hungry, aren’t you?”

“…I guess,” Bruce hesitated, “But I’m sure they’ll have snacks at the–”

“In life, you can never be sure of anything,” the driver smiled as he parked, “But I guess that’s just something you’ll have to learn.”

“I can be sure that YOU, my friend, are super cuckoo,” Bruce said with a smirk.

“Well, maybe that’s the one thing you CAN be sure of,” the driver winked, taking the keys from the ignition, patting Bruce on the shoulder, and exiting the vehicle, “Wait here. I won’t be too long.”

Bruce only shook his head and reclined his seat. The car was pretty nice and the cabin was really quiet. It had to be soundproof because all the noises of the busy city had faded into oblivion. The interior was SPOTLESS. It was neat, it was clean, and it smelled like a new car. No. It smelled BETTER than a new car. Something about it reminded him of the ocean. It smelled sweet… peaceful… calming…

Before Bruce knew it, the combination of boredom, relaxation, curiosity, and deep thinking had sent him off swiftly and soundly into a peaceful sleep.

’Take my hand,

let me have this dance’

Those words like a trance

seduced me.

And I felt alive,

magical, divine,

one step at a time,

we danced.

Your arms around me,

a feeling like home

Oh, if I could just live

in that moment alone.

The moon lit up

your soft complexion,

the music was

our only companion.

You held me so tight

I forgot how to breathe.

Your strong arms around

my waist so petite.

I adore you so much

You say you do too,

so much that I’ll never

love other than you.

’Let me have this dance,

your only last dance,

and no one will ever

get this chance again’

The last thing I heard

and the last thing I felt,

your warm embrace guiding

my lost final steps.

Do you remember the last time you picked up your child? The last time the brittle strings of a guitar rested between your fingers? That last cool cigarette drag beneath the frosty eves in winter?

How about the last time you said, "see ya later" to your highschool friends, or the day you placed your baseball bat in its designated spot in the locker room? Your final one night stand, kiss in the moonlight, or slow dance in the gym?

Do these memories become clouded by age, nostalgia, or yearning for what once was?

Or do they become the papery sound of pages flipping upon closing a satisfying novel?

Does a smile accompany them, too?

Do you believe that lasts allow room for more firsts?

Does that inspire adventure?

Will you ever put down your pen?

he calls them 'mouth diapers'

and I laugh

masks and all that

there is probably

no 'last time'

for this phenomenon

everyone needs one

years down the line

we'll be smiling with our eyes

clinging to the concept

of 'when this is done'

I need a lighter

Come set my soul on fire

I wanna feel it burning

You know that I deserve it

You are a failure

Wouldn’t shock me with that tazer

I think that I’m addicted

To the pain I need inflictedim a I’m a hoe I’m a hoe I’m a hoe for everything that could be danger

So come boy be my suffocater

Your a hoe your a hoe for everything that causes safety

But one last time

I need for you to tie me up with rope

And one last time

I need for you to wash my mouth with soap

Baby, I don’t care if it could do me harm

I just love writing my name in the scars

So one last time

I need for you to tie me up with rope

I so deserve it

You know I need my eyes lit

Indulge me for a minute

I swear you won’t regret it

Can't you please hit me?

At least just for the next week

I grew up in a weird cult

I’ll teach you all the rituals

I’m a hoe I’m a hoe I’m a hoe for everything that could cause danger

Your a hoe your a hoe your a hoe for everything that causes safety

But one last time

I need for you to tie me up with rope

And One more time

I need for you to wash my mouth with soap

Baby, I don't care if it could cause me harm

I just love to write my name in the scars

One last time

I need for you to tie me up with rope

Come set my soul on fire

I wanna feel I wanna feel it burning, yeah, I do deserve it, you know I need my eyes lit, yeah, you know I wanna burn around you

So one last time

I need for you to tie me up with rope (babe)

One more time I need for you to wash my mouth with soap

I don’t really care if it could cause me harm, baby I just love writing my name in the scars, one last time I need for you to tie me up with rope babe, one last time I need for you to tie me up with rope

I watched you traverse through the meadow of grass--a white blur; sunlight, a spotless sky, a breeze, trees bowed in your presence; children laughing echoed and surrounded the tininess of your being and there you stood, inhaling the scents of life, breathing in all that is and was. A symphony of wonder you conjured into being, a holy communion of life and death. There I held you and I knew so I seared your image into my mind for the last time.