Only cured with crooked dignity
between the sheets of heart & mind
battling wanton desires to trace silhouettes
of those who haunt my sleeping pillow.
You are the Hero of Your Story
But we became the two protagonists of the same adventure:
co-authoring our book,
we scattered our chapters across the world in our most intimate moments
like pink petals, divots of love in a bland landscape.
Our bodies and lifetimes are hopelessly entangled--
but I wouldn't want it any other way.
And reaches up through fertile death
Puddles of frozen past
Redemption awakes in springs
Of manifested lust
Sinking like stones
On the bed that lies
Hands clawing into the night
Determined to rip through
The flesh that craves such lies
red tempest
Breath deep to drink your heated breathe.
Worlds tremble, urgent shuddered release.
All is life, we succumb to bargained death.
Climb in to me, blood lust, love lust appease.
I am your heart, your meat, petit mort sired,
Forever one, gods of the impassioned, enfired.
Our breaths like raging storms
Filled with energy as we fall under
As passionate as the swirling wind
As loud as the rolling thunder
Every touch lightning
Sparking that lust within
The cherry blossom scents fall down around us
Reminding me of Niagara Falls and I get lost in the shooting stars of your eyes
Our fingers caress the secret pages hidden on each other's hips
That hold the stories we never shared
Love ricochets in haste
Bouncing off the dew
The cherry blossoms blink
And my heart reciprocates
Sweet chance resonating
A new beginning resounds
True loves, truest form.
Eat the words we wish to speak.
Like the vines we once made love on,
My veins wrap around your feet.
Sparks of lust burning holes in my body,
Thoughts of caution now retreat.
Hunger grows as blossoms fall
Lips seek one another in wet embrace
Bed of petals cushion their ardor
Shedding garments as passion flows