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rouse me from this sleep
a soundtrack in your head
to wage the war of lovers

whispers in my ear
shall lift this veil of night
to the music of another

bring me to my knees
with this intimate dance
in your twisted devotion

i can use your tears
to bring me to that place
where the words lose their meaning

breaths escaping us
to match our beating hearts
in a language all our own

the deep moans of me
mark the slow squeals of you
in fragments inaudible

chílleme nada
in this sweet ecstasy
spread upon these silken sheets

aliménteme
the colors of your voice
a symphony of desire

empápeme
in your hard wet kisses
and the butter on your thighs

grab this face again
look into these eyes and
chille sus tonterías

bonne fille

this tear marks you as mine
moist. salty.
the piece of you i desire most
beaded. streaming.
the opening up of you
for me

tell me the things i love to hear
hate. love.
the emotion i rip from you
earnest. eager.
the things i use to strip you down
for me

you know i don't care as i slip away with you
down. below.
beyond these limits you've set
ignored. mimicked.
just another sacrifice
for me

without that look in your eyes
vacant. staring.
you know i can't survive without you
lonely. crumbling.
into the abyss of you
for me...

cherie.

contrived

your words
shameless
contrived for no one
but deaf ears
the sorrow only yours
pathetic and meaningless
in your slow decline

this masked shadow of lies
consumes you
like your own truth
meant for you alone
without substance or content
of any reason
but to serve you

this manufactured sadness
hollow and deep
drags you under
beneath even you
shallow
as the shell you have become
meaningful to no one

the idle mind

the slow tick of the gears
engaging
inertia not lost
in execution or in time
this sweat
beaded softly on the brow
busy at the task in hand

a developing thought
enthralling
consumes these walls
wicked in intent
brought to bear
upon the will of the unknown
this kaleidoscope of evil focus

will it ever end
intoxicating
the work of the tortured
in attempting
to put to rest
the never-ending desire
within the suffering mind

these given tools
invigorating
held firm and at leisure
to master this work
and turn the deliberate
hands of time
into the masterpiece of your choosing

Anointed

tender thing
your dark hair mine
sweat-soaked and clinging
to mascara streaked with me
marking you mine

i drip from you
honey from a hive
running
like the viscous strings
between your thighs

those eyes
dark-shadowed and staring
softly up at me
from bleeding knees
in useless pleading

through sticky lips
you break a little smile
content. anointed.
vanilla salt-water taffy
escaping your mouth

a dirty little thing
this love of ours
pulling you toward me
beautiful
to kiss me deeply again

contrails

these fading vapors
crystals
diagonal and sharp
bind you
in the unknowing iridescence
of where we've been

sinking you
to earth you fall
in their disappearance
much like all that has left you
weightless no more
you tumble

no longer a reminder
to ease your pain
this angels opposite laughs
and sucks these sweet gases
from the sky
unraveling you once more

everything temporary

this breeze
the front it shadowed
the hair it blew through
on its way to you

this memory
gone as if it never was
the mind a sieve
emptying

these words
like cobwebs
in the corner of a room
which stands no more