The Geisha

The Geisha

So beautiful. 

Sits at home all day

Oils her neck with jasmine

Paints her lips in the night

Her eyes flickering

Her cigarette caressed 

Between her ivory tips

Smiling and charming

Dances so free

Like a red butterfly.

Hypnotising her lovers in a haze

Fluttering around them in the wind

Making them feel free

Making them feel alive. 

Exclaming how beautiful she is

So beautiful...

She just smiles

Smoke licking her tongue. 

So beautiful...

Tears hang on her lashes

Like the morning dew.

So beautiful. 

As she pulls the trigger to her head 

And paints her face red 

Like a red butterfly. 

             - 2014

Waltzing With You

Waltzing With You 

Night. 

Whilst the winding maples covered our lids, 

And the auburn light flickered in the space

Smoke lingering on our whiskey-

Stained lips. 

Tongues drenched with sticky words 

Eyes piercing our hearts in gory haste

My nails licking flavors of your skin

Your fingers, mine. 

Pushing and pulling. 

A constant push and pull. 

Emotions pushing and pulling.

Fear and ecstasy pulling and pushing. 

The yearning dripping from our lashes

Mother Lune nestling our secrets with her arms. 

My veins tugging at your hesitant soul. 

Your beautiful soul. 

Tightly grasping 

Never faltering 

For one 

Last

Bloodied 

Kiss. 

                     - June 2014

I Am

I Am 

I am ugly. 

I am beautiful. 

I am a man. I am a woman. 

I am putrid, yet stay adrift in the wind.  

Never quite seeping into the mire...

Not yet. 

I am a monster.

Filled with carnal desires to tear flesh 

Bathe in sweat and bowels of Lush.

Yet this container locks it in 

And keeps my sanity in check.

Back to reality.

Tell myself I'm sick. Tell myself I'm sorry. 

Caress myself and tell myself I'm sorry.
Tell myself I'm disgusting.
Drenched in my saliva and tell me I'm digusting.
My sins oozing from my holes
And tell me I'm distorted.
My heart gushing through my pores
And tell me I'm crippled.
Gently kiss my lips and tell me
I'm alone.

- January 2014

Untitled

Untitled 

Sun smouldering.

The pores in your breast drooling, 

The skin caramelizing your blood,

The incense of smoke stained on lips, 

Flushed with carnal flesh. 

Breaths sinking and slow, 

Only sharp flutters of wind to shelter them. 

Visions blurred with jade shadows 

By the white fingers 

Protruded by the Sol. 

- July 2013

An Itch

An Itch 

It's funny how the fingers quiver- 

The mind throbbing- 

Those talons clawing on that brain. 

And you smoke a cigarette 

To calm those nails, 

To numb that head. 

But the drums never do stop beating

Against holes of those temples-

Fingerprints underneath your skin. 

Bum Dum Bum Dum. 

The pace of those ritual drums. 

Bum Dum Bum Dum.

 The pace those hands crawl inside your veins, 

And mold metal within the blood, 

Rusting mint limbs. 

Bum Dum Bum Dum. 

- July 2013

Addictions

Addictions

Love is a repulsive infection of the Being. 

Never quite crisp as the molecules in the sky- But

Thick and sticky as the Aroma of the sea. 

As pompous and pretentious as a peacock in bloom. 

And as bloody and burning as the Flesh on our lips.

Never quite contained as a tiger amongst its leaves- Yet

Dangerous as a swallow swooping to its death. 

As inconsistent as the rivers winding between Land's sheets.

As tormenting as the taste of waves in your breast and bone-

And-

As Longing as the light of nectar spreading through a Dreamer's veins.

- March 2013

Voices

Voices

Jagged and silent as the moonless night

Quivering like the evergreen leaves. 

Thirsting and yearning for the drop of blood, 

So pure, so bright, 

So erratic to to taint and cast ripples in the Sea. 

- January 2013