pretended empty.

And here lies the canvas.

Blank and daunting.

Begging my words to be real.

But how can they?

To please both the love

And the lover.

To bring to smile both the heart

And the beloved.

And the silence is a catalyst

Producing more of it’s kind

Over in her mind

For someone else

And someone new.

Blades of organic

Shoot up sporadically 

But not enough 

To rapture a soul.

Now that words exist,

The page stands blank as ever

Tempting to recall memories

Of a life in dreams.

Why for you, always you?

Instead of the committed? 

To love in endless cycles,

Or live like unwashed intervals?

Maybe the wiser

Would leave blank the canvas. 

euphemisms

 Scale my memories from piece to piece, loving all the way--all the way down.

Tangled in these truths that are fantasy--a deception sleeping with integrity.

Abandonment. Our only hope. Our fears burned away at the stake of oblivion. We shall sacrifice.

 Nepenthe recollections streak down our faces, into our souls - begging to drug these sinless outcasts into love. 

Tamed is our perspective of the world in window view - stuck in cages of normality. We may be the only escape for ourselves.

Onward stretched desires of your eyes and mouth and hands. Creeping to corners of my un-graphed mind; a smile of immortal extents.

Naked, our hearts fall to their knees, facing frigid brutality, martyrs for forbidden love. 

the room

Like a light left on by a traitor in the stars.

Here is the secret.

Here is the secret.

My pieced soul is yours, eternally obliterated.

These are my secrets.

These are my secrets.

Your eyes hold the semblance of two clashing men.

Tell me your secrets.

Tell me your secrets.

Safe from judgment in the shadows of your depth.

This is our secret.

This is our secret.

Diversity like a garden swing romance.

More than a secret.

More than a secret.

Yourself can fall back like the moon on the tide.

You are a secret.

You are a secret.

Fantastical realities, Utopia for half-heart lovers.

Won't you be my secret?

Won't you be my secret?

Like music and lyrics and soft-footed dancers.

Give away secrets.

Give away secrets.

Clandestine are smiles and vivid is pain.

Steal every secret.

Steal every secret.