to: You

  You’d have done it anyways. You only come back to me when the Tides fall flat, and when the Moon departs. You’re gone just as quickly as She resurfaces.    

vanishing acts

    They say the rain will stop soon.  I imagine this ground swallowed up  by sunlight, and I become infinitely  jealous. I am but a speck of dust in  this lowly world, vanishing with rain,  thwarting back down to nothing.  I live for you like the sun lives for the moon.    

Honeycomb of Lies

    I crave perpetuity.    So much so, that I come to you  in the form of nectar; a jar of tenacity-  viscidity- long strips of flattery and dabbles of desire.  I offer you seduction mixed with a sting  that you return with disdain.   You loved those animated creatures,  the ones who fill me…

litho

  How was I supposed to know it wouldn’t have turned out like that- that you would never love me.   You took that fickle little piece of passion, and melded it into her. A fragment, she is. Nothing more than processed lithography.   But you loved that dirt and grime, ached for that flush…

The Frailty of Hades

    I had an affair with Mephistopheles. Serenaded him under willows that didn’t start weeping until we graced them. He had bits of fruit lodged into that ashen heart of his. Pearl shaped beads colored crimson inside that orb. It didn’t hurt me, not once, when I plucked those little buds full of incipience.…

tsela

  I once tried to construct you.   I drudged you up from my rib, and melded you into the perfect species. You were so ripe, so full of passion,  it had almost consumed me. A consummated  sculpture- that’s what  you were darling, and yet I was more susceptible to your abhorrence. You  turned on…

pomegranates and mint

  It is sap dripping from our lips.  Seeds and cypress trees-  no foot can touch this frazzled forest.  Even I, figure amongst the deities,  crumbled under these branches that   twist and curl something sinister   around the edges of your lips.   I wanted to taste that,  become of what you are created from,  emerge as you…

ribbons

  It still smells of you when you leave, spicy jasmine coupled in with shots of honey. It’s always made me haywire,  blood pulsing, turpentine lodged in my throat every time I inhale. Picturing hands splayed, hair a black mass of matter consuming my bed.   I feel like sand upon the beach,  being swallowed up by waves, sun rays  laughing at my drowning. There’s an…

honey

The only sweet he knows is saccharine, too cloying to be of honey but enough to satiate that bud of masochism low in her stomach. It works out for them that way, when they're teetering on the edge. The grand finale; showing how careful he is by hitting hard enough until cream skin is stained…

the sin, the sin

Curiosity has always given me a strange fulfillment. There’s nothing particularly spontaneous about curiosity, isn’t that right? There’s just something about it that draws you near, like the flicker of a flame, the slide of a palm against slick skin. It entices you, makes your breathing heavy, it makes you want. It fills you up…

Éloa

There’s beauty in the things untold; the things that you fear, can’t see.  Those minuscule possessions that one might find mundane, but you look at it as if it’s a temple. Housing pictures of burnished eyes, a mahogany casing that holds a cocoon of idolatry. That taste of piety something only the gods sing of, but it…

reverie

    I don’t write the way I used to, and maybe that’s the problem. All these words have suddenly been flowing in my mind and they’re gone before I can even get them written down. It happens at the most mundane times, times when my hands are not ready- washing dishes, taking the dog for a walk, cleaning the…

problems- ready

  I could have loved you But you- you felt the need to erase me. You made it so I never even existed and So I never even existed. All it took was a little neglect; A spill from your lips, was all it took for me to be scraped out. I hated you soon…