Pomme Rouge

Regardes quand je te mords ; je veux que tes

yeux soient

ouverts.

Les lèvres souples écartent
pour trouver ta peau exposé…
elles t’embrasent, doucement, et tout
les deux sont ivres de joie. Un soupir
s’échappe ; nos corps tremblent,
et je pense que quelqu’un
mourra ce moment

et il ne sera point moi.

Je sais ; je ressemble au cancer de l’ovaire.
Je souris en engloutant tes enfants.

NS 11.10.09

Empty Air

I reach for you
But you’re not there;
All I feel is empty air
To twist and turn
Within my fist,
Between my fingers,
Around my wrist.
I call your name
But you can’t hear;
This vacuum space
Corrupts the ear,
Smothering,
Suppressing sound;
There’s only silence
All around.

Once upon a time I tried
To cut the ropes,
Your bonds,
But you would have
None of my help;
I left you
And moved on.

I miss your eyes,
The light I saw
Before you let it die;
I sit alone
In memories
Of you and wonder why.

I look for you
But you have gone;
Disappeared
Into the mist
Of mornings, moons,
And drowsy days
When mine would meet
Your lips

To start a chain reaction
That ends when skin meets skin
And all the things
I thought I loved
Would smolder
From within.

I see the way
That we could be
A fire for eternity
To blaze and burn
The world down
And last for years
Devour and drown;
But I see the way
We truly are
A black hole,
Supernova star
Still alive
Just from afar.

I look for you
But you’re not there;
All I see is empty air.

Refresh

Sweet water wash away these sins of mine
With crystal drops as clear as morning dew
Release my sorrows, make my world divine
Bring into me a hero strong and true

With oil paints and soft pastels and brush
Reveal my secret world on canvas white
So lovely Mona Lisa shows pink blush
When packed away in dark confines of night

Next, play some notes with which I'll write a song
So sad and low no optimist shall smile
The lyrics will I sing when all goes wrong
To take me from the chaos for a while

If all my methods fade and fall apart
Let it be known no other holds my heart

Cure for the Common Life

will you be my
impassioned high,
brush away
the tears i cry,
adore me 'til
the day i die
with delicious intensity

induce the age
with logic true,
in quiet ecstacy undo
the self i am
to begin anew;
god, i want
to see you

when all of man's
consumed by hate
and light this does
dare desecrate,
with golden hearts
we'll relocate;
be my cure
for the
common life

Grayscale

sever ties with me
and break away
let freedom reign
for one more day
the ropes are cut
regrets are many
though i will not
admit to any

reside in me
a light untrue
incandescently
it shines toward you
a gold facade
of happiness
a secret soul
in great distress

i won't worry you
with petty fears
for i fear not,
have not in years
except that you
would leave, be gone
to drown in life
blindly move on

as colors fade
they turn to black
sanity gone
it won't come back
build up the pain
which you did ease
lost in myself

...carressing memories...

Nice Eyes

nice eyes.
he has nice eyes.
but not in the way
you'd usually think.
not eyes of an exotic color,
although they are bright blue.
whatever makes them special…
i don't think I can specify.
just nice. nice.
genuinely friendly. sincere.
a good person lies
behind those blue eyes.
and a smile to match…
and cute curly brown hair…
too old for me, though.
felicia says he's probably
twenty-eight.
and i'm no Lolita;
he's no HH.
but he has nice eyes.
i'll bet they'll stay nice
even when everything else
fades.
i hope someday I meet
and keep
someone with eyes like that.

On My Own Terms

let senses dance over my skin
by you i'll not be taken in
but feel the light and life go dim
as sickened cynicisms swim
drown me in soft sorrows deep
perhaps i'll let tomorrow keep
the last long love that might have been

by you i'll not be taken in