head feels, heart thinks

a moment hatches in the core of a breath,
swimming between the crevices of a brain,
trying to find it's way out -
the memories are trapped,
a stubborn skull, laughing with malice,

"goodbye"... behind the smile, teeth are chewing on glass,
blood drips out the corner of lips during a last kiss,

a strange melange, foreign to the mind,

you keep me in -
you keep me in sus -
you keep me in suspense!

a brain coughs on the moment,
choking on it's memories,
seized within.

A Taunting Eclipse

the combination of the two was venomous,
the unforgiving herb, and liquid of divine,
provoking recognized feelings,
feelings that where meant to occur once,
once at a time,
a simple, but intriguing process,
much like the moon blotting out the sun,
cyclical, dependable, but only once a day,

but this experience differed from the rest,
tonight the moon had risen with such intensity, it feared the sun may never return,

she gasps for breath - he does the same,
absorbing life from him,
refueling her own mind,
gentle hands voyaging across a sturdy chest,
sucking enough sap to revive herself,
resuscitate and enliven until she finds a new challenge,
a new prey,
however, that night, and unexpected venom was present,
a binding venom, one that induced an excruciating sentiment,
preventing her from ending this process with another sweet victory,
hindering the sunrise,
prolonging this moment,
the moon was fastened in place,

tempting the hands to crave the same chest,
allowing it's accomplices to hunger for the same body,
longing for the same subject to enrapture,

at least long enough until the odd frenzy is terminated,
until she finds a new challenge,
a new prey,

but the venom was ever present,
and her greatest nightmare - awakened,
the new prey had become a challenge,
the sunrise was no longer a sign of victory, but rather failure,
the cyclical rules had unexpectedly changed,
now she needn't see the sun, but rather how long she could solidify the moon,
allow it to crave her, want her...

and so they only devoured each other under the moon light,
and no one knew what was to come.

desire.

That familiar conviction,
Odd yet lustful yet exhilarating

D rowning with liquor
E scalating heart rates
S moke lacing veins
I intricate fingertips, languidly dancing
R obust muscles, in need
E ager for the next encounter

sacerd herb, praise

we tied our shoelaces to the floor, so we wouldn't float away,
we tried so hard, to solidify and remain,

closed our eyes, and digested the sun,
every fiery gulp, in our throats, laughing and crying,
we looked down, and our imaginations whispered a story...
we realized we had drifted away, about one thousand feet above the clouds,

we could feel every one billionth of a molecule,
in our skin, like a marching band,
redefining space and time,

we tied our shoelaces to the floor, so we wouldn't float away,
we tried so hard, to solidify and remain,

but our generation has been plagued with the catastrophes of a time past,
and sometimes the best cure,
is to untie your shoelaces..
close your eyes..
and drift away..

never look down.

Delectable Inferno

Hell looms,
licking her blood red lips, bearing a sultry silhouette,
with a celestial wink, she’s left you weak in the knees, an iron fist pummeling your gut,
extend, infiltrate, breathless, retreat and repeat,
you inhale, drinking in the aroma, the perfume of temptation,
the stroke of debonair fingertips,
the disguised innocence of teeth biting a bottom lip,
the raising of a suggestive brow,
alluring gestures, igniting an appetite for seduction,


where sin meets her prey,
where wicked meets her victim,
where hell looms, enticing you into a dark alley,

you know it’s wrong, but you couldn’t stop… even if you wanted to.

give me a reason to be

In the essence of my mind, we find,
I cannot procreate the time,
To seek a line, that will save the night,
Instead we stumble on landmines,
That destroy a perfect a shine,
So we sew my mouth shut,
In the hopes I won’t stut-stut-stutter up a perfect storm
That leaves us forlorn,
So we a ideate a new plan, a new scam,
That will leave us unscathed, unpaid, without my former renegade.

In the blink of an...

Silky lips,
Ragged cheeks,
Careless hair,

Intense eyes,

Eyes burning through the surface,
Analyzing, formulating, judging,
but never really caring about the subject they contemplate,

I sought to please those eyes,
I put on a spectacle of blissful laughs, intellectual nods, and a collected posture,
But those eyes smoldered through my imagination,
Those eyes saw a juvenile smile, droopy lids, and sweaty palms,

Although they never cared, they still looked from time to time,
A debonair glance, a scrutinized gaze,

But no longer,

Those eyes have found a perpetual subject of interest,
They see the nape of a benevolent neck,
A gentle tongue caressing slick teeth,
Beautifully lethargic legs waiting to capture and enrapture,

Those eyes indulge in a perennial fixation,

I mechanically scan…
Silky lips,
Ragged cheeks,
Careless hair,

But the intense eyes are veiled,
The eyes looking at me have no interest,

And why should they?