garden of eden
if you rip my head open,
you will see:
whimpers of uncertainty,
moans of fear,
screams of emptiness.
but not here.
not when i look around and
the calm would ebb through me,
like a prayer
wishing and wanting
for flowers to grow from my stomach
and bubble out of my mouth.
not here,
not when i can finally, finally, close my eyes
and the depth of my thoughts
would soak my feet,
wet my limbs,
drown my lungs with ash.
not here.
not when i can sigh
and my tongue will not
twist
and pull
and burn from blasphemy.
no.
this is peace.
Hell’s angel
Feathers lashed and gaping
From the Father that abandoned us
And a Mother's tears of blood
Unfaithful, disloyal, blind.
Sparks and cracks
Of electric halos
Fueling the necessities
Of livid, torturous lives
The stones
Of psychedelic dreams
And frivolous attempts
Of humanity
Are weighing our wings
Down
Pulling us towards
The unknown abyss
Of damned eternity
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Taste
The languid movement of my hand
As it draws near the edge of
The vessel of your warmth
My hands inch closer
And closer
Until I bump into the finality of a caress
A sudden jolt caused by the sweltering heat
Of the hesitant touch of my fingertips
To your sides
I take you as you take me
Breathing slowly
Inhaling your familiar musk
I love this
I love how easy it is to gulp you
And feel you in my veins
This is how I prefer
To start my mornings
With the gullible surrender brought by
Coffee