Those that see

That which is dream is more than dream
That which is hope is more than hope
These words are the only touch I have
And the passing time begins to break me

Those that are loved are more than loved
Those that are seen are never hidden
These thoughts keep me seeking
And the thought that I’m missing something begins to break me

Those that speak are more than words
Those that desire are more than hoped
These thoughts physically hurt me
And the pain of speaking is only exceeded by the endless silence

I’m

Shattered thoughts
Scattered rhymes
Waiting to touch, to hold
Waiting for the migraine to fade
Slipping into echoing silence
Wanting to share more than these words upon page
Longing to hear your voice
Wondering, in the grip of the possible
Stuck, not knowing where to go from here

Small breaks

Sleep with me in the dream
breathe break
Shattered reminisces
Wiped away
Sour laughter
Waits lurks
Pain beyond endurance
Step to the edge
Jump
The only regret
The last unstolen kiss

Fahrenheit vs Celsius

This flow
This flawless drift
A musicless melody
Notes straining at the edge of their tethers
A glance that speaks the world
A touch set quake
Foundation laid bare

This edifice
This flawless failure
A baseless memory
Images flicker past dissolving into pigment
A hope that knows better
A taste forbidden, yearning
Words that drift and find no ear to hear

Goals for the New Year

The smell of you in my throat
The taste of your orgasm on my tongue
The wet slickness of you slowly drying on my face
The clenched fist of desire in my pelvis
The shaft of me grown stiff and throbbing
The ache of your lips wrapped around me
The pressure and heat of your tongue
The scent of winter rain
The thrumm of us moving in concert
The pain of handcuffs suspended
The ecstatic breathe that slips past the constriction of my hands
The feel of your leash in my pocket
The weight of you in my lap and arms
The sight of you kneeling at my feet
The sound of leather striking skin
All packaged up, running through my head and nerves
When you say
Sir

Inspiration on the edge of a blade

We make our choices
Each one slaved to our voices
This pain is lossless
Format break me free

Hearts in chains
What do I know of acclaim
Accused of being heartless
Truth hidden in darkness

Break me free by enslaving me
Putting your needs in front of me
I’m in control but at a word it stops
It stops
It stops

This echo makes uniform ripples
And rules make it the sweeter
You’re all so distant but
Miles have no meaning when you say Sir

I’m the divisor of torments and salivations
Both
But my destruction is always a hairsbreadth from midnight

Waiting on words not spoken
Truths not muttered
And the question

And the question

Ask

I have only truth.

Winter Solstice

Today we Morn.
Today is the last day of Nights Ascendancy.
We morn the return of the sun.
But just as the power of night fades, Winter’s might is unleashed.
Let all this night Tremble,  on this longest night
On this day of Winter
Let the storm’s fury break and in the shattering
let night wake, Let winter Dance
Let Summer cower, for Winter is come!

Broken heart

You want me but not me.
Me who’s better looking.
Me who’s more successful.
Rich me. Popular me. Fantasy me.
You want the poet but don’t want the pain. You want the torrent of desire but don’t want the flame.
You’ll warm yourself by my heartfire but won’t open your own.
I’m just a bandaid, a temporary distraction from your life.
And you tell yourself, he’ll be happy for the attention, that it’s all just a game.
But I’m falling in love, because my heart can’t learn this lesson, won’t do it, refuses to see.
Not all words are true, not the way you say them, that these words they speak without connecting to their heart.
And my heart only hears theirs beating and makes a castle of hope.

Finding minutes

The cold seeps in
Tearing me open
A thousand words unsaid
Leaving flechette blooms

Heat rises
Blood flows freely
A thousand acts taken
Leaving indelible marks

Heart beats
Lips caress skin
A thousand choices
Leading me to you