Together

Hushed snowflakes drift down from the night sky
Gently come to rest on the mountaintop
Blanketing its jagged peak in a mantle of white
And sleeps

Silver stars tow the sleepy sun upward
Rising dreamsicle-orange over distant peaks
Warm rays caress the alabaster veil
Flushed fingers probe

Melting pearls trickle down the steep slopes
Find direction in rocky cracks
Aqueous voices gurgle, giggle, gasp
Pour together in a joyous flux

Jumbling and tumbling down the descent
Crystal baubles covetously grab and grasp
Wet lips seek wet lips
Wanting, craving, needing

Spewed forth from the petrous cleft
Droplets cry out as they fall, fall, fall
Coming to blissful rest, entangled
In a glistening pool of spent desire

Together
Again
Joined
Home

A Place

she murmurs, she sighs,
a brine-steeped zephyr,
her voice is a cry
that calls out to me
across the miles,
to a place she cannot see,
to a place she cannot be

twisted roads and alleys,
grassy hills
and green valleys,
lay down a protective cover
to separate she and I
like a jealous lover–
or an overprotective brother

she comes to me in dreams,
sunlight and starlight,
a reflected wet succubus gleam
that rolls wild and free
I yearn for her liquid embrace,
to return to a place I cannot see,
to a place I cannot be

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Five Equals One

I am mute…
too much screaming deafens love.
I am blind…
angry eyes bring down darkness.
I can’t taste…
foul bitterness coats my tongue.
I can’t smell…
decaying lives occlude my nostrils.
I can’t feel…
sadness surrounds my desolate heart.
I am empty…
a lonely vessel, yearning to be filled.

Photo from Morguefile

Black Is

black is…
the color of the ocean floor
the color of the deepest well
the color of a witch’s cat
the color of a lover’s spell

black is…
the color of infinity
the color of a new-moon night
the color of secrecy
the color of a dream that never takes flight

black is…
the color of a broken heart
the color of a demented mind
the color of an empty life
the color left behind

black is…
the color I breathe
the color I see
the color I taste
the color that owns me

for black is…
me

Photo from Morguefile

Spirit Hurricane

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Mephistopheles and his demons
run rampant through my brain
drowning thoughts, drowning feelings
a spirit hurricane

teeth tear apart truth
revealing succulent lies
sugar-coated in happiness
in an attempt to survive

dark angels feast on all
leaving famine in their wake
an empty shell of a mind
now so fragile it breaks

and collapses inward
into the soothing blackness of death
taking my war-ravaged spirit
that has at last found rest