A Rose Blooms in Silence

A rose blooms in silence
In the stillest of air
Piercing thornes penetrating
Thickened layers of platonic nothing
The silence cries for none but I
The saddest of tales
A dying rose


Reaper

Deaths shadow
Hovers silently above
As I lay shaking
Hidden beneath the blankets


Babylon

I'll take your hand
Trust you and close my eyes
We'll dance naked under waterfalls
Beneath the midnight skies
We'll let go our worries
Let them float away
We'll dizzy ourselves with laughter
Lead our tears astray


73 Names for Desire

The smell of day old washed clothes
And cheap cologne
Fills my head
Touching you sends fires
Burning through my veins
And watching the delicate way
In which your lips slightly part
Is almost too much to bare
Melts me inside


Together

So warm
So soft
So tender
Your tongue
Your lips
Your kiss
Your warm breath
On my neck
My chest
My back
Your arms
Conceal me
Hold me tight
Keep me safe


Motion Picture

The lights dim, soft, faint
Leaving the glow of a thousand scented candles
Cleanse my body with your mouth
Your lips, savory, your tongue
Resembling chocolate
Melting my mouth one taste bud at a time
Gentle skin, your body wraps around mine
Snakelike, but so sweetly
A tender parade of artistic sensualism
Your eyes sink beyond mine
Looking of crushed velvet valour
Vividness, a kiss like silk
A dream in slow motion


Wind

The wind blew hard
The walls came down
Shattered all the glass
Leaving the column scarred and bloody
Red running, dripping
From cracks in the walls
Hope fluttered from the ceiling
Like butterflies
They were glass
Screaching, peircing cries
Of the prayers of the lost
The wind blew them all away


Bridges

I sway along the endless stretch of sidewalk
All decorated with
Fake painted smiles
Cautious eyes
Lowered heads
Arched backs and heavy shoulders
Welled throats compressed
Illustrating the beauty of life
And the distraught of living

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