wine stained lips
red touch
i descend
into a world
where lovely
paralleled my existence
and we went with
rather than without
November 2016
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to shake the dark of you
dancing between shades of blue
green like hallways
eyes of rapid lightning
to feel your beat
upon my knees
touch of your hands
blood from my past
i hear your voice
shadows at night
hurdles down halls
which used to be mine
as you drain my life
from vine to vine
floating on time
touching what used to taste of fine wine
passion lingers
it feels of hunger
what’d we do to feel the warmth
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in the wind of your eve
a breeze you can’t see
falling to walls
bricks exposed
sand crumbling
words without vowels
can’t speak your name
hesitation builds
anxiety triumphs
rapids of your heart
how i fell in love in the dark
twist, we bend
breaking backs
slipping on cracks
fucking my head
we ooze
from the deepest of hues
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dazing with void
how far we’ve come
who have i become
i sway in the wind
things i regret
fear for disease
lobes of my brain
bane of my existence
i gloss in death of a reckless love
bid adieu to visions of you
instigations to a dangerous mind
i thrive in the sea of a beautiful design
hurdles of your body
eyes black like coffee
tears to a tune
it’s high noonhigh noon
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I’m not sorry you fell in love with me. I’m sorry I didn’t fall in love with you soon enough.
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i find you
deep corners at night
thriving in the midst
of a beacon delight
i touch your being
gravity depletes
the nonsense of my brain
we tango throughout
the narrow of my lobes
hallways with a darkened strobe
our eyes wade forth
haze in the thought
of a past moonlight
i tangle in shadows
creating motions
of men turned monsters
i knew your arm
the warmth
how it turned cold
how black fades
the things you said
imprinted in my brainyou called me crazy
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his stubborn youth
favorites my grooves
tangling his lisp
in the back of my mind
i soothe his you’s
caressing the blues
i used to
throw arrows instead of
ravaging love
holding hands
now i rip with force
tango your heart
fuck you in the dark
and leave before dawn
