Friday, March 12, 2010

Sweet Dreams

Purposed hands push you over a cliff
Eyes watch you writhe, twisting to destruction
Hair blowing, flesh crawling to nothingness
Ashes to ashes, and you to dust


Believe in salvation?
Well don't.
Destruction has a familiar face

And then you'll reach to me, through sweat-covered sheets
Flowing like the wind through your pitiful fall
And the foolish innocence, or innocent foolishness
Blinds your eyes to living nightmares

Thursday, March 4, 2010

When I feel loved

The most intimate touch could not rival
Our love-making, wild and free
Yet sensual and sensible
Refined, but not practiced
Passionate but never reckless

But the grazing of my face
After a night of sweating,
Crying, and screaming
Cannot compare to the touch
Of you wiping my tears away

It is then, when ecstasy is
Rivaled by sadness that you
Brush away my pouring worries
And I know I truly must stay
In this moment, In this embrace
forever.