She is beautiful.

Her eyes shimmer like the sunrise on a lake.

Her hair falls effortlessly down her back with big waves and messy tangles.

Her smile brightens the room like a newly replaced light bulb.

Her voice brings memories to life and settles the roughest of souls.

She is selfless, she is kind.

Her words are sweet musical notes.

Her confidence radiates through the room and consumes her being.

She is beautiful. 

I breathe her scent

deep earthy smell

of sprinkling rain

ozone of her essence

the scent of

freshly washed laundry

exotic fibers of lust

erotic murmur of nature

a silent opaque mist

steaming on naked skin

scent of blue condensation

liquid sunshine of her soul

aphrodisiac aroma

of gentle rain

ozone of the gods

showers stirring

my aroused senses

dancing with me

in simplicity of time

wafting perfume

of last night’s ardor

incense of her soul.

I cherish your being

hold you to my heart

thoughts of losing you

pounding nails of despair

bruised emotional exhaustion

pondering whether your existence

will carry over into the morrow

life threatening to swallow you

leaving me thirsty and bereft

unfinished and suffocating

my flailed spirit will lose

its passion, a violin missing

its strings of resonance

my love gluing you to my soul

Stay a while before you leave

and I will breathe deeply for you

enfolding you in my heart, forever.

i never loved you but i loved

the way your hands felt,

pressed against my ribcage so i could

touch you without breathing.

i think back now

on all the things i never

asked you to do,

when we were alone and together.

you burn in my memory,

blue hair in the static city light

fading over the harbour,

where someone drowned in the dark.

sitting in an empty motel

after the summer girls have gone,

i feel like warm rain on black asphalt,

a memory in fast-forward.

it is far too hard

to turn the porch light on

without the sound of your crying

against my shoulder.

this time, i am putting

bare skin to white marble

and leaving the rose-petals here,

in the ocean, floating.

Conceived in brutality

Consumed by fear

Content to disappear

Contempt for reality. 

     He once showed promise,

          poise, and potential.

     He then tasted hate;

          love no longer essential.

Enticed by darkness

Enslaved by guilt

Embalmed with filth

Entombed in silence.

I’ve learned to navigate inside my head

away from stale breath and spineless skin,

multiples of doubt cascade in sheets,

tiptoeing as light streaks inside my brain,

lost in the tangled web of my head

streets paved in aimless silver lining.

Blood trickles from orifices down my face,

knotted fear and anxiety popping like corks,

empty insides building up wrinkled rage.

Smiles flash lightning but not from my lips,

wolf-like predators chew up my brain

following criss-crossed lines of negativity.

Hammered thoughts reverberate inside

my skull swallowing my distant screams

pulverized until nothing’s left but bones.

I am the tears you've never shed,

The words you've never said;

The things you've only thought,

And actions never done.

I'm the potential in an author's pen,

The curiosity in a child's brain,

And the twinkle in an eye.

I am the wandering soul 

And the forgotten son.