Human skin is a curious thing.
Soft yet unyielding.
Parchment awaiting ink invisible
that drips from my fingertips and leaves
a barely discernible trail
visible only in the curling of your lip
and the surprised exhalation from your throat.
We kiss.
We kiss and writhe and beg.
Your hand, it wanders up my leg.
You're a wellspring,
a wellspring of invisible ink.
I can't think with your hands on me.
The soft parchment of my skin is
scrawled upon
and I am covered from crown to toe
in messages of direst warning,
direst woe,
but with the brush of your fingertips
you change the words.
It's a curious thing, anyway.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
.
this is my design.
smoke-blackened innards.
a crown of thorns on the nightstand.
blinking half-heartedly in the sunlight .
clean from head to toe.
stained to the wrist.
and god only knows
what becomes of this.
this is my design.
smoke-blackened innards.
a crown of thorns on the nightstand.
blinking half-heartedly in the sunlight .
clean from head to toe.
stained to the wrist.
and god only knows
what becomes of this.
this is my design.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Instructions
1)
you are not the cause of sleepless nights
you are not the cause of every tear
there is arrogance in self-loathing
that you can ill afford.
enough.
accept that sorrow comes and goes
and they weather it as you do.
2)
never let them see your other face.
3)
remind her.
you do not touch.
so you must speak.
a word of adoration is not weak.
she owns your soul,
such as it is,
and the least you can do is let her know.
4)
survive.
the debt is bright behind their eyes.
pay it, and keep your blood in your veins.
5)
take the time to close your eyes
to the glow of your many screens
and listen to her sing
as she cleans the kitchen.
6)
love her above yourself.
she has found the broken
worthy.
you are /never/ to gainsay this.
7)
let your wrath take course,
but end it with smiles.
8)
wed.
wed yourself to the idea.
wed yourself to the woman.
one and the same,
and both overwhelmingly beautiful.
9)
have faith that some day
you will earn peace.
10)
trust no others.
you are not the cause of sleepless nights
you are not the cause of every tear
there is arrogance in self-loathing
that you can ill afford.
enough.
accept that sorrow comes and goes
and they weather it as you do.
2)
never let them see your other face.
3)
remind her.
you do not touch.
so you must speak.
a word of adoration is not weak.
she owns your soul,
such as it is,
and the least you can do is let her know.
4)
survive.
the debt is bright behind their eyes.
pay it, and keep your blood in your veins.
5)
take the time to close your eyes
to the glow of your many screens
and listen to her sing
as she cleans the kitchen.
6)
love her above yourself.
she has found the broken
worthy.
you are /never/ to gainsay this.
7)
let your wrath take course,
but end it with smiles.
8)
wed.
wed yourself to the idea.
wed yourself to the woman.
one and the same,
and both overwhelmingly beautiful.
9)
have faith that some day
you will earn peace.
10)
trust no others.
Friday, July 5, 2013
one more day
one more day
I say,
as I regard my unblemished skin,
my toxic frame,
my raging sea of a brain.
one more day,
I pray,
as I smile a smile that reaches my eyes,
and smother the screams,
and summon the lies.
one more day,
I'll stay,
and I'll hold myself up with a cloud of smoke,
an empty belly,
and a tired out joke.
one more day,
I say,
as I meet my gaze.
unable to cry,
unable to live,
unable to die.
one more day,
and maybe things will be okay.
I say,
as I regard my unblemished skin,
my toxic frame,
my raging sea of a brain.
one more day,
I pray,
as I smile a smile that reaches my eyes,
and smother the screams,
and summon the lies.
one more day,
I'll stay,
and I'll hold myself up with a cloud of smoke,
an empty belly,
and a tired out joke.
one more day,
I say,
as I meet my gaze.
unable to cry,
unable to live,
unable to die.
one more day,
and maybe things will be okay.
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