A wince from somewhere deep inside
Infrequent and forgotten
At least what I’ve convinced myself;
The feeling is uncommon

No purpose dwelling on these gasps
Which float between the breaths
Besides, I can just sit a while;
And wait till lungs depress

A pinch from place I cannot reach
And never seem to scratch
Whatever here is lost from me
Can’t fit within a patch

Enormous in its subtlety
Elephantine in the room
Will I ever grant it credence?
Or will I take it to my tomb?




Oily print upon the glass
The concave of your kiss
The cardinal conclave seperates
With fading foggy mist

Mystified by fingerprint
The swirls draw me in
The labyrinth of wayward whirls
There upon your skin

The shimmer of wax
The glimmer of pane
Reflective of each other
The silver elope
With sliver of pain
Deflecting one another

You pierce the mirror,
And so it cracks, with unexpected distance
You saw yourself there, staring back,
But felt so such resistence

Toiling print within the glass
A fracture so distinctive
A fractal so akin to you
It almost seems instinctive




A perfect form
That which glowed like a brilliant comet
Passing over our heads
Bringing light to our eyes
Bathing us in warmth
Her astral body embracing us
Powdering our worn skin with stardust
So that we might glisten like her
Her eyes, deep green with a bright center
Like a deep emerald lagoon
The moon nestled within its halcyon surface
Her lips like a heavenly gate
Releasing words of beauty into my unbefitting world
Even while closed, ataractic humming
A promise of the bewitching thoughts she would soon share with me
But these embracing tones have left me
Her visage lies stoic
Robbed of her smile
Ever beautiful, but incomplete
She can’t return
Though, I never deserved her in the first place
This crossing of fate
A brilliant comet and a fading black star
One being insatiable for her light
And being given it unconditionally
I can’t go to her
I am undeserving of what she is
Our time on earth was enough
And the light has moved on with her
I give her my hope
Planted by her in salted earth
It grew all the same
I give her my voice
Words and languages
Impotent to explain her loveliness
I give her the warmth from my chest
She prodded the embers
And built a fire
Burning away the dark ichor inside
And I give her my love
Memories of each moment
Songs sung
Hands held
Beds shared
Tears shed
Never of pain
Not with her
I’m not much more than a shell now
Once filled with rot
Then with light
And now with nothing




The healthiest pill is often most bitter
My attachment the crippling symptom
Sucralose grains in my varcose veins
Kills my heart by not knowing distinction
My reception is lax,
out with my signals
And erstwhile gazes without recognition
When I look to her face, I see none of myself
Quite deserving of reciprocation

Burning her way through,
brain, tear ducts, and tissues
I shatter my smile
Bitter taste lost in crimson
Off track and terminal,
the cure reaches dermal
As virulent chemicals breach from the kernel




Scarlet Arcs

Impassioned by her scarlet arts which moderate impulse
Imprisoned by her scarlet arcs which monitor my pulse

Her rosy thighs inviting in the most exciting fashion
Arousing rousing highs with hazy eyes enticing passion

Aphasia going deep,
delicate, with eyes agaze
Ambrosia gliding sweet,
delicacy with mouth aglaze

Slide your scarlet arcs around me, any way that you would please
Inside your scarlet ark between the locking of your knees
The scarlet arcs departing leaving parting lipstick stains
A part of you still lingers while a part of you remains




Guilt is Enough

Guilt is enough
I never sought to be vindictive
A heartbroken trial was never instinctive
No pained incision,
or tangible fission,
All I want is admission
For guilt is enough

No need for prostration
Raising the question of hindsight
All I needed to know was
If at any point,
You felt it wasn’t right

That guilt is enough
Settles my heart and settles the score
Feel it here, once,
and nevermore
I only need to know if that human part is there
That guilt is enough, lets me know if you cared