Monday, September 22, 2014

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

Friday, June 20, 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

Sunday, June 1, 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