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

bits and pieces

these scraps of me
for the likes of you
line this cluttered path
our own personal debris

you once said goodbye
but you never meant it
always choosing the periphery
to collect your just rewards
tethered to the truth inside
which the mirror never betrayed
you hid within me

these bits and pieces
from the likes of me
now sustain you
in your own debris

sculptor

malleable
in three dimensions
you take form
my life blood melding you
in relief
in perpetuity
in loving defiance
i make you

captured
having never seen your eyes
these hands pressed into shape
the sweet exterior of you
in memorial
in commemoration
in willing blindness
i make you

completed
in exacting detail
from the blueprint in my mind
i glazed you over
in likeness
in nothing
in splintered reality
i made you

i'm ready

you want me?
then remove yourself from you
settle in as i pry you from who you think you are
along for the ride
in this string of words
deeds not always needed, but done
with each click of the reel
drawing you closer
as prey

listen more to what i don't say
the dance more relevant
than the steps we take
willed beyond resistance
you tumble closer to your end-point
the place i like best
as i dangle you before the mirror you hate
embraced in solitude
and pray

no longer detached
to the nothing i offered
more so to the need i fill
for no reason other than to haunt you
and suck from you
the fragments of peace you once held so near
a willing participant
of your own demise
you stay