Friday, March 28, 2014

Fusion

I cry when I 

Touch me

For my hand 

Is not yours


My flesh 

Burns for your touch

Skin 

Flesh

Tongues

Labias

Meet 

In volcanic 

Crescendos 

Leaving nothing

To the imagination

Wailing 

Screeching

Flailing

Ecstasy

In unification 

Of spirit soul flesh 

spiritus sancti

 

 


Sunday, March 23, 2014

Lost

It gnaws at me
Nothing helps

Sleep does not rest it. 
Medicine does not cure it
Music does not silence it
Silence does not 
Diminish it

I tried to live
Yet only to recede within my being
Not all of what
I was
Not asleep 
Yet not fully awake 

Search myself inside
All that come forth
Is this darkness
Which threatens to swall me whole
I cannot repel it 
I asphyxiate in 
Its resplendent heft