The Betrayal of Lumenlights danceplayfully, strikinglyagileas they waltz acrossher tear-stained, blood-drainedunlocked face
disillusionmentdisillusionmentswallow back tearspast the mountaina bitter pill lodged in my throatacrid taste disintegrating hopethe flavor tasted over and over again like the heartbeat in the dry, cracked skin at the end of my fingertipsa pain that cannot be hiddena constant reminder of being too openwinter's gift
i found your lips on the groundi found your lips on the groundi put them to my cheekcradled them lovinglythey spoke to me promisesin feather-light caressesimploringi give them back tothe crisp green grass with tearsi don't pretendto want just part of you
Alternatively, Zeros and Ones a measure tempered in shadowstime talks zeros and onesspeaking binary with a slip of the tonguehe divulges the rules of give and takea salve, a killeras he passes, he heals my heartforces my eyes openhe knows my bodymy facegives me no respitepulls me closer to my end everydayand yet my heart beats a staccatoupon seeing his face every morningi love him, i hate himi hang upon his every wordwhen he talkszeros and ones
i taste your desire in meyour breath on my cheekshivers to my lipsraces with minesharing moist heati taste your desire in me-i hold you in my thoughts
i am opened (A Pseudo Ode to a Poet)nowsoft openingput your finger infeel the moisturethe heatedstaccato beatof fluid expressionbeforecold wasteland fingers not welcomeddenied the drynessthe aridwithered thumpof comatic depressionthenfucking poem fingers hands lips teeth tonguefought for airthe decadentpounding clackof worded manifestationyou poet burned my fortressignited my voicebranded me one of youi am openedgive me your hand