Monday, April 20, 2009

unsettling

emergency impulse
moonlight cascades
off twisted images
midnight glare of
memorized naked bodies
broken but
beautiful in the
incandescent way
graveyards unveil works
of great beauty
unkempt hidden treasure
above infested decay
and teardrop miracle grow
he stands in the corner
eyes gasping for air
sweat pours down his
face in tiny rushes of
dew drip droplets
the way people rush out
fake smiles
to greet him
no great surprise in the lounge
ragged collision of
moist flesh
to the heat of angry skin
aggravated passion
with strands
of hair
in clenched fists
rage and sentiment
brilliantly mixed
forbidden pleasure
resulting in so sad sort of
final sanity

Southern Drawl

I wear your words
like a red silk dress
wrapped gently
'round my tummy and
caressing the softness of
my breasts
each syllable hanging low
on my hips, dancing with
the hush hush of your voice
and creating voluptuous curves
with each roll of your tongue
your anger: a rage of razors,
singing sarcasm smoothly
like the sleekness of my fresh
shaven legs
and just as sharp as the heal
on my black lace spilled stillehtos

Guiltless

hidden, I'm the shadow
meant for pleasure without light
hide me in your darkness
I promise I can't fight
the corners are my best friend
locked doors my saving grace
I am always there for them
but I never have a place
use me just like linens
made to lay upon the bed
any warmth that I can give
until I'm worn into shreds
I will always be there
like the clouds when there is rain
and always they are guiltless
when I'm swallowing their pain

Burnt Orchids

Burnt Orchid
they are hiding
in the tangles
of my hair
and I can
hear them weeping
in the red garden
if you care
they've been tortured
way to long
to come out
into the light
strained beyond
such recognition
no longer can
they fight
I can smell
their morbid scent
a twisted beauty
that clings deep
feel the saddened
happiness within
the secrets that they keep
but shake my
head and let
those petals gently
hit the ground
for instead of crumbling
just like me
their is still
beauty
to be found