Purple haze

Twirling my pen in hands still shaking

Be quick! Fill in the lines with blood and tears!

Before I run out of pain

Be quick! To write my sorrows

Swans singing at the crosswalk

Riding over sidewalk cracks and pebbles seeking death

Wheels crossing over sorrows and indecisions

Swimming through cement

Knees dripping pavement

I've been told to ride a bicycle yet never trusted

That which would replace my own two legs

Which chains and bars

Trap me in a cycle of never pulling breaks

Stopping only to resistance met

And crashing through the chain link fences of the expectations never met

Straight on through the atmosphere

Under the gravel and dirt

Beyond the street lines, dotted and dashed

Rolling beneath the pavement the packed pavement

My wrists wringing regrets and stones

Gritting the sand in my teeth

Starstruck on my back the view from here is eternal

Warm like the hot chocolate in your mug

Held closely, Warmth seeping from my soul

Seeking shelter in the core of you

Somewhere outside of us there is cold and chilling winds blow

The temperatures drop and we fall closer than before

Enveloped in the resonating silence surrounding home

Sunshine sunshine your smile dark skies breaks

And basking in the warmth of hot chocolate in our cups

What are words when the vessel is always empty for it is full of holes?

Nothing can hope to be contained in that which air drips through in whiskey whispers of solitude

Holding tenderly that which drops through will surely weary leave the weak

My darling we both know that you an barely stand on your own two feet

Stooped your arms grow heavy let me fall let me rest

Let me sink through your bones and for a moment in your marrow lie

Let the evening slip through your fingers and sift our memories so my name drifts down

Lose that twisted string of sounds my name could never be pronounced

Where will my ashes settle for a moment and another try to fill mine cup forever empty

What challenge could defeat,

A champion undefeated stands,

Who has never lost a war.

Great kingdoms fall and then erect,

And vicious rulers die.

What wondrous maw will then descend?

When will it consume all?

Aware are those who fall asleep!

In dreams what hopes may lie?

That ignorance, such wise device!

To sleep so one may die!

What victory could hope to stand?

What train upon a veil.

The wedding catched two in webs,

And lions caged attack.

Where does the victim finally land?

Abandoned by the crowd,

A spectacle that was is now a long forgotten song.

When all are grey and color’s lost,

When the eyes all drift and dull,

What vast expanse of darkness then

I want our morning to be finding where you end and I begin.

I want us to lie, breathless, in a mess of sheets and skin.

I want to breathe in time with you, love.

I want our nights to be unraveling and intertwining everything we are.

I want our mornings to be putting ourselves back together.

The only seat I wish to have is that one in your arms

A movie plays as you sit on the sofa and I sit on the floor

Surrounded by your legs I sip wine

My fingers trace over you and I rest my head against you

Here I am safe

Upwards I turn to see you

Flowering tree bearing smiles for me

You love me

Even if it is for a moment alone

Here in my castle my Throne is wherever you are

Near you a queen stands and wishes only to rest in you

A summer of fire you burned my preconceptions

Lit ablaze my soul and heart

Mind racing and fanning the flames

while you in spring resided across my summer heart

But what wind blows

What planetary movement shakes our ground

Evenings chill and the distance colder grows

Watching fire to embers turn

What could I do but offer my flesh to them to feel their heat

With you my summer to winter turns

And all I’ve left is coal and scars

My words I throw to the wind

Do you hear them still?

I’ve loved with summer and the memory fades not from my scar tissued heart

Embers clutched in winter winds

Lonely is that space between us

What bittersweet song

What jagged words across my tongue and eyes to speak to read

Dripping from my soul I pour

the heat of me on to the page

And put them in my pockets.

I took up all your words

And held them in my hands.

I felt the fever of love