Thursday, December 11, 2014

Reflect

Spectating insomniac
Breathtaking sex-maniac
Reflected psychopath
His mind torn in half

Please clutch crawl consume me
Please burn churn exhume her

Speaking infatuate
Beauty complicate
Reflected virginity
She won't live to see

Please frown drown assume it
Please faint frail subsume her

Agonizing conversation
Traumatizing intervention
Reflected shapelessness
Whispers hidden in her bodice

Please react reverberate with me
Please shun run with her


Tea Leaves

Before the cock crows three times, I will proclaim my love for you. You'll know the messiah by the bitch-slap I give him in the dark. And they'll ask for your autograph, but don't be fooled sister, they're vultures, with only one thing on their minds. They'll clamor and dazzle and sputter and grope at your skin, thinking you're nothing more than a dream in lingerie, a plaything to be broken in and used up, don't let them into you soul, wink but don't smile. You're a goddess, something more elusive that flesh or friction. You're warrior, something more chaotic than lust or love. You're my friend, my sister, something more precious than a name or a pair of hips. Remember, my dear, you're eyes are brighter than a thousand suns, deeper than the foundations of the earth, and purer than the empty void of space, no man will ever see you the way you slip and glide in and out of the ether, only you can decide the true measure of your power and beauty.