Some burn of love.
Some care only
In coin or
Temporary
Possessions.
I burn the bridges
I once played beside
As I walk
Over their crumbling foundations.
I start
Forest fires
With my rose-bitten lips.
The flames rise when I speak.
You broke down
The wall I had built
To keep all out and away.
Only,
As the Bricks fall
They transform
Into black holes
Of sparking flint
I cannot control my actions.
Arson of the heart.
I create fires
That burn down
The whole city.
On Fire,
I’m deadly.
“Don’t play with matches,
You’ll only get burned.”
I’m not your match.
I’m kerosene.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Dream State
Past where the lakes touch shores
Where All is calm;
Quiet.
Time
Drips off watches
Into the abyss
Of azure shorelines.
In your eyes
Through mine.
I lay
In fields of distant memory.
Stagnations of time.
I'm happy here.
There's no place
To travel
In blistering shoes
Like the ones I once
Wore.
Beaming sunshine
Caresses my face.
I feel whole.
Like days are seconds
In decades of bliss.
My place in time
Is uncertain.
My book
Is unwritten.
But I know
I have Eternity
To find my way.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Earth
Oh, how he waits,
Lusts for
A gentle touch
Or stroke of the wind.
Oh, how he waits
For his love,
his one, the rain.
"Caress my Dark skin.
Reach inside my
Heart
Let me grow."
An eternity he waits.
"Don't forget my
Gentle touch
And how I traced
Years
Into your skin."
She daunts and dances
Above.
"Have patience, my love."
Temptations.
Like the tides to the shores.
"All I ask
Is to be
Graced
With your soft fingertips."
Without endearment
Death becomes him.
The Earth Lusts
Evermore.
Lusts for
A gentle touch
Or stroke of the wind.
Oh, how he waits
For his love,
his one, the rain.
"Caress my Dark skin.
Reach inside my
Heart
Let me grow."
An eternity he waits.
"Don't forget my
Gentle touch
And how I traced
Years
Into your skin."
She daunts and dances
Above.
"Have patience, my love."
Temptations.
Like the tides to the shores.
"All I ask
Is to be
Graced
With your soft fingertips."
Without endearment
Death becomes him.
The Earth Lusts
Evermore.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Burn
How can you know
The power of fire
If you've never felt
True heat
Of the Flames?
Someday
I hope to reach
Your unbearable Height
Above expectations
You Surmount.
Denial is wasteful.
I too have tasted
The lustful sweet nectar
Of the forbidden fruits.
I know how to taste
Denial.
Feed fire with fire
Don't fear the flames.
For every power has
A match.
It dances through the air
Like a sultry Temptress
Toying with sensation.
Denial? No, Regret.
I will never be
One of your Toys.
You've never known
The arson
Of my heart.
The power of fire
If you've never felt
True heat
Of the Flames?
Someday
I hope to reach
Your unbearable Height
Above expectations
You Surmount.
Denial is wasteful.
I too have tasted
The lustful sweet nectar
Of the forbidden fruits.
I know how to taste
Denial.
Feed fire with fire
Don't fear the flames.
For every power has
A match.
It dances through the air
Like a sultry Temptress
Toying with sensation.
Denial? No, Regret.
I will never be
One of your Toys.
You've never known
The arson
Of my heart.
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