Living Trails

I found Eden in your eyes,
stories of forbidden love, temptation, and betrayal

in your glances.

You have a familiar face
as I have a serpent’s venom
trailing in my blood,
black poison bubbling in my heart
and leaking from my pen,
a chronic low grade fever
gnawing at my soul’s infected edges,
black poison giving tongues
to my racing thoughts
and mutating them into voices.
I have a choir of madness in my head,
I found God,
I pray in all my tongues.

I found Eden in your eyes.
Now, listen to me sing to you.

Transfer

I jailed my inner shadow
inside my pen.
That dark beast howls
as I make him bleed.
I click my pen
and cut him,
he pours from the slices,
click, click, cut, cut,
I am mad. I am mad.
I got my fingertips stained with ink.
I love this murder weapon.
Now, he rises from these pages
and crawls inside your head.
Treat him well.
He deserves a home.
Maybe you can be his new cage.

Seasons

I felt
all four seasons with you.
Spring in your touch,
summer on your lips,
fall in your embrace,
winter on your tongue.
Don’t leave me
in a state of blankness.
*
I feel spring in your touch,
desires flourish within me,
leaves tingle as they sprout,
roses bloom
and I place them on your mouth
a bouquet from my lips,
thorns from my teeth.
*
I feel summer on your lips,
the euphoria of blue skies
as I swallow the sun
from your lower lip
and feel it radiate down
my throat and chest,
the light shines against my heart.
I want the euphoria of summer skies within me,
I need daybreak
to peel back my inner darkness like an orange
and let my suffocating heart
breathe.
*
I feel fall in your embrace,
I feel the coming of the holidays when I hold you,
my hands on your waist,
like my favorite warm drink.
I feel my sorrow dry up within me,
bruising, and then turning shades of yellow
like an autumn leaf, hoping it eventually
cracks the same way.
There are parts of me that I need you to kill,
to shatter.
*
I feel winter on your tongue,
sending glaciers of memories
to sail in my veins,
a coldness to numb my madness.
I feel the snow of your kiss
fall to the back of my throat,
I surrender naked
to the blizzard of your taste.
*
Without you,
it is just blankness,
I am stuck in a clock,
with seconds making their way over me like ants,
the hands
like two black tongues,
singing the words I could never say,
lulling me to sleep,
set me free from this blankness,
walk over here with your black dress.
*
I felt
all four seasons with you.

temple

You carry your pain
like a shattered halo
under your tongue,
your words sometimes
get caught in it
and fester there.
When you don’t speak
I know you need me to
untie your infection
with the religion
you find
in my mouth.

Wishing Well

You are my wishing well,
and I place all my wishes in you.

My kisses send forbidden desires
to fall into your liquid heart
like coins.
I listen to their splashes,
making a wish with each one,
They ripple
from your heart
to the rest of your body,
waves of lust,
you fill.

I came to sip your waters.

Windows

You did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
shielding you
from the elements you disliked
and providing security
from what is beyond.
You complain
that you did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
and you never learned that,
so the curtains closed,
and what you do not realize
is that unseen window
is still keeping you safe,
and always will.