Thursday, May 29, 2014

The night has grown quiet-
I wonder where you've gone.
Darkness threatens to take the smile
You've returned to my face.

What of these words
I've grown tired of seeing?
I miss them still,
These fragments of love
Are too far and in between
As I push forward
Demanding more.

Are my dreams a lie?
From the moment the blankets
Wrap around me tight like arms,
My mind floats like something unchained,
All around I see before me
Teasing flashes, sensations of pure love
Everywhere we go, a world of beauty
I created from a decade's mythology.

Is it all truly for you?
How else can I find out
But press for the time
I can touch you and see
Your eyes without sunglasses,
Put down my pack of smokes
and breathe your air
Before the evening clouds
My self doubt further.


Saturday, May 24, 2014

I Know Who is Hunting Me.

I know who is hunting me.
The one who keeps watch and waits
For when I don't need him anymore
To strike, the owl making his deadly swoop
and snatch.  I gladly give myself
Each time, allowing my flesh to be torn
In your talons, later to be devoured
Whole and instantly forgotten-

Inside your body
I am regurgitated, scrambled up
Into a tiny ball of mangled
Bones and hair.  It takes so long
To rebuild and walk again.

Am I a drug?
Am I a catalyst?
Am I the addiction
That keeps you lifted
On your feet, the ghost
That haunts your shadow?
Because you are my drug,
My catalyst, my addiction, my ghost.
So much time can go by
Yet one word from you
Smashes down all the so-called "progress."

You are the beast I always loved,
My one constant threat.
But I thrill at danger, and dance
Again at our cliff's edge.
I can still see you flying.