stand alone

My head t'was struck
in lightening felt
a thought of love
and lovers dealt
a hitch'd breath
my soul was gone
a rest of sighs
and it was morn

industrial watchtowers

stood four pylons on a hill
looking out and seeing all
listening, watching, never moving
currents high ahead flowing
a stream of never-ending thought
seeing all the world in it's wordly glow.

i think you know

attested flow of everything I knew
ebbs and flows the course of change
time was sweet, and sweeter still
this cursed wrench of knowing you
I thought I'd loved, and so I had
but love wants not for changes paid
the thought of everything knowingly said
I thought I knew, and knew I did
stiller sleeps the eyes of another
racked with want my sleepless slumber
open mouth and glances stolen
stifles air with words unspoken

elysian

I am sure
(I always am I always will)
that even with my eyes closed
I would know it was you
from the tightening in my bones
and the fluttering of my soul
as it races to meet you
you send me overboard,
it touches heaven in a mortal girl

apocalyptic chic

when the shadow at last overcomes us
as the sky opens above us
spread your weight upon the ground
hold the earth and thank for it
falling from a height
only means that you fall harder

the red glow of everything that ends
the encompassing heat that scorches
as ash and molten earth rush back
to meet it's last day

the collision of everything that transcends
and nightmare dreams that evade and creep
from your darkness and whisper in your ear
as you sleep

unadulterated love

my hands stroke the soft middle

my hands, they know you well

You are lived in,

and you are mine

the skin that bunches

slack against your bones

I want to swallow the very expanse of it

I want to swallow it whole

I burrow into every furrow

seep out of every pore

for every capillary crushed or not

holds the love I knew you bore

your muscle is going in your arms

but still your skin is thick

thinning down to paper thin on

the inside of both your wrists.

Your hair is faded and the 

unsightly ones, the wiry

unexpected ones

belong right where they are sewn in

your eyes are the knowing kind

they predict my every sigh

it's a wonder I don't read you

every time we lie-

the speed bumps and the speckles of pigmentation 

that don't mar your weather worn skin

map your contours as I travel you,

consume the life you have to give

the endless comfort and security 

to know, I know you've lived.