07/08/09

Warm breath,
like an electric current.
Blue sparks dancing
across my skin.
hands buried deep
in my hair,
lips hover over mine.
Breathe me to life.
Anticipation
coils in my gut,
a snake ready to strike.

07/08/09

the emptiness

of your stare

pierces me

like a thousand

poisoned

arrows.

the toxin boils

through me

making it

impossible

to forget.

i am

not even

a memory

to you.

forgotten.

i

wish

i

had

never

told

you

my

secret.

Falling through
the dark blue,
velvet,
like the
midnight sky
on a
moonless night.

The oppressive heat

of your stare

hits me

through your

sea glass eyes.

A slow burn

creeping through

my core.

You hands sweeping

down my neck

across my collar bone.

Fingers leaving

a trail of fire

in their wake.

Reaching up

gently sweeping

my tongue

up your jawline

gently biting your ear.

Your tongue, your teeth

grazing my neck

to my breasts,

fingers exploring,

nothing left undiscovered.

Opening myself,

taking you in,

all of you.

Moving in sync,

rhythmically,

taking me higher,

the universe explodes.

Collapsing together.

Slick with sweat.

Unloveable
dark then light

Untraceable
the reason, unknown

Starving
for feeling, for touch

Seeking
feverishly, hungrily

Empty
I am.

I will never be beautiful.
I will never belong.

the battlefield is strewn
with the twisted
broken limbs.

Lying on the cold
ground
after the storm

the raw flesh exposed,
gnarled fingers
reaching

toward the steel
gray sky
as if imploring

the heavens
to save
them.

Save them from
rotting away.

12-24-8

The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a
haunting tune.

Of tragic lovers,
love and loss,
moonlit walks,
and grasping hands.

The gypsy woman
sang of their
raging love.
Their passionate
highs and bitter lows.

Jealousy and betrayal
plagued their love.
In the heat of passion
one lover murdered
another.

The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a haunting
tune.
She never forgets
the tragic lovers doom.

12-12-8

Gypsy woman
what does your
soul say?
Does it speak
to you in love?
Does it speak
to you in anger?
Does it speak
to you at all?
When you reach
inside yourself,
sifting through
the imprints of
the past,
do you feel light?
Or is there a deep
dark haunting you?