Come with me under the bed sheets and write poetry in the language of flames and discover the secrets of our hearts beyond the hunger of our flesh and let us fade away from memory of what you are and who I am
where we become a single vibration and song within the rhythm of love and here below the blue kiss of the moon and in the warm golden fires embrace of the sun and under the silk skin of the stars
we become the current and tow within the indigo rivers of eternity flowing through the endless space of time and death inside the skull of a lost god dreaming of mermaids
singing to the girl sitting at the edge
of the falls at Oceans End

Death will not be the end of me
and my love for you will not decompose
with the flesh that covers my bones
nor will it end as my remains turn to ash and dust
and return to dance silently on the wind
Death cannot claim the fires from
my dead still heart that forged
the secret colors that are my love for you
nor can it take the flames
you used to write your poetry in my soul
No
Death will not be the end of me
for the eternity in your eyes
pulled me out of the reach of deaths grasp
the moment I fell for you

Her eyes were cast from the colors of the blue faries of lost tales and her hair was made from the soft flames that forged the first poems of love
She was the the beauty of the smile of truth and the pure madness of dreams of desire
Her voice held the gift of kindness and the gentle warmth of compassion and grace
And he was a lonely word that could only love her while trapped on a page of a story to never be read

You can chop the head off a snake and still be poisoned by its fangs
The lifeless body of a wasp with its motionless wings can still sting
A dead heart can still burn and love still dance in its flame
And in the silence of the ghost of its echo I can still feel your name

We are just stars under the wind and grace of love
Fish dreaming of mermaids in the river of lost eternity
Children playing at war pretending to be gods
Poets drowning and lost in the sea of the blood of ink
Nothing of nothing in search of everything

You are so beautiful that I want to lay down and make love with you in every possible way and write poorly written poetry to you and you are so exquisitely perfect that I want to ******* in every position and place until I'm beyond exhaustion and near death and have no choice but to write you even worse poetry and then I want to watch us fall so madly in love that we become each others skin and thoughts and you become the only good poem I will ever write and your kisses become the stars of the night and your eyes become the light of the moon and your heart becomes everything beautiful in the hands of eternity and there is where I want to stay under the night of your stars and light of your moon and the truth of your love for always and forever

The ants marched in with the leaves of spring and carried the crumbs of the time we left behind and feasted on what moments we would waste and we would walk the same earth and see ourselves as kings and disregard the gueens below our feet  and disrespect the mothers of our earth for pennies on the hour and throw away a pound of our own blood and bones to sleep safely in our cages and keep the shackles locked tight to mind and ankle and only sing of freedom as a metaphor lost in a roundabout that is out of tune and out of time and wait for the ants to march when the death of our flesh comes to meet the dead stare in our eyes

Sing me a song of sea and death
and siren call and mermaid tale
Give me the truth of love
strung on a string of pearls
with gentle kisses circling your neck
Crash into me upon wave
and mist and bury me
beneath sand and time
and let me dream of a love
named after you and I

In the deep roots of the tree
of truth and love
hides in the depth of old oceans
protected by ancient gods
that mankind has long forgotten
and only those who
speak to the leaves of trees
and know
the secret song of sleeping stars
can swim in the waters
where the hearts of truth and love
beat and flow as one

She had the heart of a mermaid and the song of humming birds and the silent wings of butterflies
She was torn between the fredoom of lost love dancing in the silk clouds of the open sky and the secrets of lust hidden in the depths and torrid currents of the ageless sea
Her flesh was forged in the flames of eternal desire stolen from the devils heart
And her lips where sculpted from the kiss that left passion to madness from its first taste of sin
She had the story of forbidden acts of the stars in her blood and the lullaby of every moon singing in her chest
She was the destiny of satisfaction that could never be satisfied
more than its own hunger for more love from lust and more lust from love
A coin constantly spinning heads over tails and tails over head
Tumbling and tangling through the endless act of seeking lusts infinte bliss within loves perfect kiss

The road to oz has been ransacked and paved over and the rabbit hole has become just another landfill of our waste and the stars can no longer lead us to neverland for Peter bought a suit and tie and the lost boys have been found in chairs behind desks with chains on their ankles and death in their stare and the rumors of Tinker Bell are just too much too bare and Alice is now working for the queen and between the two they have not enough love to share and the Rabbits missing foot didn't bring him or the Hatter anything but bad luck and caterpillars and butterflies are nothing but bones disappearing in the mist of a dream gone down with the ship anchored to a dead moon at the bottom of the sea trapped in the tear of the skull of a mermaid that never had the chance to swim before the oceans dried up and fairy tales lost the page with their heart and the magic of their soul

In the solitude of lonely rage dreams scatter beneath translucent skin in graphite lines and watercolor pans and tubes of paint spread by the course hairs of a worn out brush held by fingertips weathered and craked and stained with acrylic ink and blood and ***** spill into the wasted hours of pornographic procrastination as hands are busy stroking everything but ego and ambition and time has no need for patience or excuses and moved at its own pace despite the moving gears of the cuckoo clock trying to convince it otherwise and only mankind would be foolish enough to try to claim time can be measured and trapped and strapped to a wrist to cover up the color of thoughts of suicide and the bruises of wasted desperation as the tick tick tock of the bird inside the clock waits in lonely rage for its hour of desperation

I want to hear the soft secrets you keep in the stars below your skin spoken in the lost language of hushed whispers and silent echos
I want to dance with the dark silk demons of shadow in your soul and disect what makes you beautiful beneath your sin
I want to read your every story of heartache and every triumphant tale
spread yourself before me and leave no page unturned
I want you in all your souls splendor and anguish
I want to be the name you moan when you bleed pleasure from pain
I want to be the bruise of loves teeth left below lusts skin
I want to know your every prayer to desire
I want to be the fire your kiss devours
I want to be the eyes your words are hungry to feed
I want you in a way that has become a desperate need

We pander to the bourgeoisie as we write bad poetry dressed in neck ties and dead mens suits and come here and **** me glances hoping to get high on a nickel bags worth of lust as we ignore the pound of love trying to knock down our doors and we're drunk on dreams and void of hope and we bleed dried out tears and **** the venon from our self inflected wounds just to swallow it down into our lungs and we choke down sin and paint our flesh with the skin of dead stars and pretend we're something more than what we're pandering for which is nothing more than something less than the love we're secretly desperate for

The rain didn't line up with the reason and their love had grown stale and out of season and her mouth still shaped the words but the sound was hollow and lies were all he heard  so he packed his bags and alibi and made them tight without a sound and he stepped out into the rain and and drove north or east or northwest and picked up reason stranded on the side of an empty road halfway between the blood of loneliness and dreams painted by the colors of desperation and they had no where to go and no place to be and they found a cliff and a ledge just outside of Oceans End and trusted gravity to fail and drove off into the sky and were swallowed by the moon and all the stars conspired to hide their names in the heart of the falling rain

She was bleeding out in a flood of words and blood and ink and life and her soul was opened wide and ready to be devoured by his eager tounge and teeth and his lips ached with anticipation at the scent of her lust and the nectar dripping and gliding along the velveteen folds of the petals of her hidden flower as she spoke in the lost whisper of echos of angels and devils committing sinful acts in the name of love and his fingers pushed aside and split her flesh and dived down to the roots of her pleasure and flowed back and forth against the rhythm of her hips grinding on his wet palm that soaked in the warmth of her moisture and he felt his soul sliding down her throat and into her wounds and scars with each breath she took through the song of her moans and she pulled down the night and covered him with the falling stars and the fire of her flesh and pinned his limbs against the silk bed of her eternity and tied his heart to her wrist and sliced his throat with a kiss and drained him of his wants and filled his every need and raised his pulse and stole his breath as she untied his heart and tossed it against the empty sky where it crashed and split open and his life and blood splattered and mixed and danced with the words and ink bleeding out of her soul

She had a soft sweet smile under eyes beautiful with endless dark grey skies of weathered lust and she smelled of seduction and sin and gratification and she was a hint of obsession and infatuation and the fire of her flesh burned with the truth of love and he wanted to burn until he was the only flame that danced and licked within the moments of her bliss and pleasure and he wanted to be the breath within her moans of satisfaction and he wanted to hold her there until he absorbed her shame and broken past and every reason of heartache and found himself in her dark grey weathered eyes as the reason for her lips to hold a soft sweet smile

I want to walk through the fire
and find you there with your legs spread
wanting me
and your smile inviting
my weight to climb on top
of your curves  
to feel your warmth surround
and swallow me
as we become one with
our hands burning through each others flesh
and grasping
and pleasing
and stroking at the flames
dancing in our lust
as we tumble
and twist
and ****** over
and over along the sheets of stars
hiding our sin below our translucent skin
as you slide on top of me
and moan against the rhythms of love
and I find myself deeper
than just inside your flesh
as you bend in front of me
and I beg you from behind
and we crack the face of time
and push against
the rush of each others racing pulse  
as if this is the place
and moment we both will die
and you grip me
and pull me through your soul
and we both find ourselves on our knees
outside the pleasure of our desire
and see we are at the center
of this heart of fire
and our mouths devour
all of our wants and needs
in a final eager kiss  
and you become the face of love
as my life explodes
and I become a page of you
and we collapse
and simmer
and slow
and lay down in the fire
becoming the flames
that speak only
of the others name

As a child years seemed to take decades to pass, as if I was stuck in some time loop watching the same years over and over...
And now years seem to bloom and fade away in mere seconds and there is as much fear as excitement in not knowing how much time I have until I have taken my last breath
And love is different now... I worry less about the concept of dying alone and fear a day I might not love as deeply as yesterday or might find a day I love someone less than the last because in all truth that wouldn't feel like love at all
I want my last breath to have and hold the chaos and insanity only found in the brief moments of madness that make time stand still so that it may witness the only thing more infinite than itself is love and that love is endless and is always growing deeper and reaching wider in our every breath from our first to our last and it is the one thing death dare not take from us but rather that in the kiss of death as as our bodies are reclaimed back to fire and wind and earth
we find our hearts immortal as death gives our souls back to love

she wasn't a muse
she was the heart and soul of poetry
written long before man or time
before language or song
waiting for a page
and a heart
she could lay down and spread herself out
in ink and blood
and write herself down
in a fairy tale of imperfect and impossible love
and bind herself to the spine of truth and between the dust jacket protecting the book cover of eternity
and be read by the heart she would know was her forever home

She was poetry written in the perfect cursive curves of the devils smile
and an angels hip
the lost launguage found only in Aphrodites blood
the beauty of tragedy
and the birth of romance
were only mere ink stains on her fingertips
the syllables of tears that filled the ocean
and drowned every wave of heartache  
the stars and the stories of the moon
told in a voice between whisper and dream
and to read her was
to feel her breath along your neck
and her teeth bite
through both bone and soul
her every word to grip
and stroke the fires of your flesh
and before the last line of the page
to spill the life from between your legs
and have it crash through the ceiling
and explode and scatter
against the black velvet night
of her passion and desires
and turn you into a page
and a poem
within the depths
of the heart of her soul

How beautiful your love must be
to cause my heart to chase you through these dreams
and I am ensnared in the silk web
spun by your every velvet word
that you have set free upon the currents of love
woven through the skin of eternity
and embedded deep into my marrow
flames burn and dance with the echo of your name
and the jet black of your eyes
lead to something more
than wicked sweet drizzling seduction
and its a sin that would satisfy
and drown my every lustful want
and an infatuation of love
not meant for human flesh
but a secret to be known only by the hearts
of the first born stars
and yet there you are among those stars
as you dance and weave these dreams
that have my every essence captivated
and ensnared
by the beauty of your love
woven from the threads of silk
spilling from your soul

Your velvet whispers trace along my neck
and snake into my ears
and stich their venom into my heart
and force grateful moans from my lips
wet from your flowers kiss
and I sink deeper into you
as your poison races
within the blood of my quickened pulse
and my heart feels ready to explode
as our flesh and bones ****** and grind
outside of time and space
I am drowned beneath the crashing waves of your silken skin
and fire dances between our entwined fingertips
as our limbs tangle
and melt
and merge
and we slide in and out
and through the mist of your soft folds
and the raging flow of my hardened skin
and we become more than just a dream of lust and sin
and we flow beyond the lost stars
of the indigo river of eternity
and transcend through the dark secrets
from the moons heart
floating in the sky of perfections love

I twist and turn until I'm tangled in my sheets still warm and breathing whispers of my dreams of you and I close my eyes and drift back towards the seas of lustfull longing and let my hands wander down and grasp and slide and grip at the infatuation of fire that burns beneath my skin and quikens the rhythm and beating of my heart and my jaw tightens and my tounge presses against the roof of my mouth and traces your name against my teeth and my lungs fill and pause in anticipation of knowing the life seeping out of me is ready to scatter and spread like stars exploding against the night sky and then I am suddenly falling through space and time and my teeth bite into my pillow and your name comes rushing out in my heavy breaths of desperation and wanting of lust that bleeds with the need for love and I'm tangled in this illusion of sheets made out of dreams of you and I lay there waiting for your kiss to awaken me that I know I will never feel and my pulse dies down and the fire continues to burn as I leave the sheets of my bed while still tangled in the dreaming of you

I dream in the blood of desire and desperation and feel your heart beat in my pulse and your name is a wildfire consuming the essence of my soul and I'm burning down to ash from the inside out and my bones are breaking from the ache of wanting to know your tender touch and my mouth is useless without knowing what pleases the secret curves of your smile and hidden pleasures along the lines of your neck and I want to write down the confessions of sins boiling under my fingers on the soft skin of your thighs and taste the earth off the roots of your flower of lust and inhale deeply as the scent of your love blooms and fills the air inside my lungs and I drown in the bliss of the moment dreamt between eternity and never and find myself impaled on the crescent moon found in the reflection of desire and desperation in a dream of blood

We lay in separate beds miles and mountains apart as I subconsciously bleed out hoping for something like love as I drift farther into the dreams of your dark black and grey eyes and try to decipher the secret of pain and love I know to be waiting in your lips and I want more of more and less from less and every word only pulls me closer to the madness of cruel desire and an undying thirst I know will never be quenched as your name echos under the skin of lust and reverberates in the hearts of stars and I'm pulled apart and brought together again and again against the arguments of insanity and leisure and the devil may be laughing somewhere or he may be feeling the same pain of it all and angels may be weeping or they may be the ones turning  the gears of fate against the longings of my brittle bones and nothing of nothing matters as I cry out between the moments between sleep and death and try to thread infinity through the needle stuck in my eye and my subconscious is bleeding out in search of the love that lives in the heart of you

I was never so alive as when my feet watched my body tumble and fall and attempt to dance on stage

I was never that fit or that flexible or even really very good at all, but still my time on stage was always alive with magic

I wake with your name echoing under the surface of my lust and the taste of the dreams of your sin sewn to my tounge and my blood is rushing and hardening my flesh and the temptation is too much to resist and I find your name escaping my mouth in hushed moans and feel you in the tight grip of my fist and pray against my lonely rage to know the pressure of the weight of your grinding hips sliding up and down against my lips drawing out my breath and tounge to part the flower I desperately want taste hidden between the comforts of your thighs and feel your honey drizzle slowly down my throat and find myself in the river of your desires blood where I am being drowned and carried towards the love within your heart and find that your name is the same as the dreaming of my soul

I want to strip you down remove all your clothes your skin your flesh your bones strip you down until
I get to the splendor of your soul
I want to fall down to my knees and pray for just a little tease a little sin a little love a little taste of your wonderful
I want to tumble through your naked dreams and find you under a blanket of lustfull night riding stars over sheets of magic bliss coming towards me to deliver me my wish where
we would explode against the sky
and I would disolve into the love found in the splendor of your soul

Her stomach swelled with dreams and love and blood and life  as she slowly dragged her fingers carefully down her milky white skin and she arched her back in anticipation as her palms found their resting place at the bottom of her belly where she paused momentarily and then gently slid and stroked and patted and parted and opened and bled and from her blood flowed eternity and from its river swam love and dreams and from dreams life was spun and weaved and in life love had found its home

I never felt the need for anything until I felt the need for you