Muse-ic To My Ears

 You are my muse conjured up as utopia

i stare at you, and your flaws become my muse. My eyes linger over the crook of your nose, the lines drawn across your face, the rosy tint of your cheeks. i trace the contours of your existence within my mind, imprinting every detail onto my cognition. Never once will i break this gaze of mine, for time halts when my eyes convene with yours. As if in-the-blink of an eye, the hush mosaic of your features blend into my penchant- a work of art i could never dream of conjuring.

Even upon your stillness , you lips part to usher a serenity subpar to that of utopia. The subtle gentleness within the way your head tilts, those pleading eyes that implore my utmost admiration, leaves me yearning to capture you in your permanence. Within your imperfections, i discover a gallery filled with pieces that paint my desire, and in you, that desire reaches its pinnacle.

Spooky

     At the root of every ghost, a yearning. A tug, in which a living person reaches so fervently toward something absent, that the absence becomes bodied.

    As anyone who has know loss understands full well, lack is not in fact, an absence at all. It is a presence. A person we loves dies, or leaves, or changes, and a gap forms. It takes on their shape. Mimics their movement. Echoes their voice like a mockingbird. We feel the gap take up space, filling every place our lost one once was, and now isn't. It reflects in mirrors. Flickers in candle flames. A phantom.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Of course. i have seen longing grow legs and follow me.

Clear As Mud

 For i am the mud~

i breathe in the mud that i am

the scent is unfamiliar, and i am unfazed.

i eye the dust motes 

as they dance in my sunlight

My sunlight,

it is mine.

For i am the mud,

for it should be me unravelling in its glory-

my dreary roots,

My...my... soil,

Il Monstro 2.0

 What i really wanted to say

was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be.

From the Latin root monstrum,

a divine messenger of catastrophe,

the adapted by the Old French

to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr.

To be a monster is to be hybrid signal,

a lighthouse:

both shelter and warning at once.

Inky

i would like to think

that the darkness  inside me

is only ink

and when i'm hurting,

it bleeds out 

into words worthwhile 

All Sixes and Sevens

 Crazy isn't a feeling

or a sickness

its a limit

of how far you've been pushed

Unconscious of the distance

until return is impossible

It's the moment before crazy

The slip, The fall,

The desperation

of trying to hold on to something

that once held you together.

More

 and i would consume you, 

as the parched Earth drinks the rain...

until every drop of you

is lost in the suffocating depths 

of my insatiable hunger...

King of Want

 To want.

Desire is ugly.

Incessant. 

Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

Desire as a question.

Desire as a promise.

Desire as a holy knife-

a foreign object- 

lodged deep within the body.

How We Pray

 Arched back,

hands on it, hips too,

hands on them from time to time.

i'll move you, until

you are more goosebumps

than skin.

You'll collapse soon,

pleasure it seems

is a delirious thing.

Nice Painting

 i simply cannot stop

seeing you below me,

lying there, your hair spilled

like paint

across the canvas

of this bed

Second Circle

 Lust;

the immense feeling

of desire in the body

but if my soul

lusts for you too.

(as well as my lips)

and my heart craves

you ferociously

and eternally

does that mean

i am in love?

Leftovers for Dinner

 Love is what is leftover

when truth prevails

and the fear

of being deeply seen

burns away.

it is both an art

and a divine collision

the meeting place

of vulnerability

and our innermost 

magic.

Stinky Beast

 i love you

like a rotten dog

i love you 

like my canines 

are falling out of my gums

like a monster,

like a beast,

like something not worth 

loving back

Teaching the Dog Not to Nip

Do you think it's easy

not biting

the one you love?

Try loving someone

so much 

your mouth is only at home

in the place

where your teeth

meet the flesh

of your beloved.

Try not tasting the flesh,

not taking in your mouth

the beloved,

and not going all the way.

What do you call this?

what do you call

the muscle 

we long with?

Spirit?

i dont think so.

Spirit is far cry

This is a casting outward

which unwinds inside the chest

a hole which complements the heart

the ghost of a chance.

i want

 i want you

inside my mind

smothering my thoughts

and indulging my dreams

i want you

inside my heart

dancing with my

ventricles,

and flowing through

my affections

i want you

in places

the most gifted surgeons

would never gamble

to dissect.

and i want you,

all over me,

all the time.

Spicy

 Every curve

of her Venus frame

speaks to me

in animal tones

...so hard

to keep myself

in check,

yes cara mia

you and i

were meanto to be

all over each other

Religiously

 The story goes

love is love

when it turns

its objects name

into a Seraphim,

Their voice

into a prayer.

i do not know

how to become

one with you. 

if you are Heaven,

then tell me,

and i will kneel to every god.

if you are Hell,

then tell me.

i will fill the earth

with sin...

Holy Moly

 i have never 

been allowed

to be holy,

i've never been 

forgiven

for wanting...

Homeward Bound

a gentle spark

that lights with your kiss,

whispering dreams

in the softest tone-

with every touch,

i call you home

The Guns of August

 August

came like a shot

but now bleeds away from me

a neck wound

i keep pressure on

in the hopes that i won't fade away

before Doc can stitch me up

and get me home...

Cheap Trick

 i want you

i want you to want me as i want you

Desperately

i want to make you shiver from my touch,

i want to hear your voice, breathless and shaky

Oh, i want you to say my name like a prayer

Full of Devotion

 

Road trip

You, without a doubt

are the end of my road.

After a lifetime

of missed exits and wrong turns,

you feel like i'm finally home.

One journey ends,

and another begins

with you