Rendezvous
I promised me not to tell
I did not promise thee not to write
A beautiful sunset in the park
A beautiful cousin by my side
Dear reader promise not to tell
A slight touch of hands
And the setting sun watched us kiss
Soon the moon peeked through the night
Doing what cousins should not
The guilt was in me
But the pleasure racing
Through me was thicker
I will not tell if you do not
Were our parting words
Smiling at myself; feeling of greatness
Blaming incest to science and adolescence
The sweet innocence of our gentle sin.
Chains of Sorrow
The blood craves
the bones melt
mental dis-function
reglm of inner disaster.
Locked in its paws
gnashed by its jaws
torn by addiction claws
chains of sorrow.
Enchanted by its pretty charm
entitled by poetic indecency
enactment; dead soul
enamored; puffs of rejuvination
endorse; sniffs of endearment
chins of sorrow.