for you

your flower
once I plucked
a succulent

the dew weeping
between your
parted legs

awakening
a buried love
for you

i carried forth
your scent
upon me

and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover

Sutures

the things that held us together
dissolved before our eyes
dehisced, we were exposed
shallow and unhealed
as the open wound we were

Azure

the sky, blue and white
crashes into me
like waves above my head
and I heard the sound
of cymbals

looking up, an Angel
staring back at me proclaimed -
this is the day The Lord has made
the sun after a storm
is all that I can promise

Wisteria

Wisteria

how fair your blooms
their unjust beauty
too swift to leave me
gone with the fragrance 
of you

a melancholic dance
purple petals in the wind
harbinger of longer days
to be endured
alone

how cruel must you be
deep-rooted in your task
of strangling vines
insidiously taking hold
of me

Gods' own beautiful creation
not of Heaven, but of earth
in all its' fleeting irony
of the heartache reserved for
the few

for you will come
and you will go
upon the memory of you I smile
until you return again
to me

Somewhere Someone Spoke

the unbroken silence
just above a whisper
did you call out to me?
or did the rustle of the trees
trick me
into believing
the words, not meant for me

i'm sorry
to have missed you
so wanting was i
once
that a leave or a branch
mistaken for you
would matter at all

Venus

I once wished you
would love me
then I looked into the sky
and saw the darkness 
like your heart towards me
unlike Venus
Mine

Treatise

what, if not everything
could I have given
just to stop this little piece of me dying

every car door
every tread upon these steps that isn't yours
a little piece of me dying

break your own heart
just to prove a point in fruitless maturation
a little piece of me dying

this silent death of our own creation
alone in this world together
just a little peace, now and I'm dying... Again