Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Borderlines
        of love and lust
crossovers from uncertainty
                 to trust
How we travel
vast countries
in search of living
We forget that taking in
                           is also giving
We strive to reach
and forget ourselves
our process breached
                 in heaven's wells
And I am drowning
                in this murky sea    
submerged in this place
                 of mystery
Sometimes darkly
Sometimes bathed in
              sweet strata of light
Sometimes wrapped
                closely inside
gentle tendrils
of night
All the while speaking
the language of
       awareness and fire
my words heated-up silk
dripping molten desires
I throw to the winds
relics of ancient spells
conjure my heaven
          to chase out the hell
Polish off the dust
and shake out my soul's fabric
         air out my cells
Fill them up
          with new magic
And as I continue
      to break down these walls
         and spin off into
the astral spheres --
    I do my best to emulate
picking ripened fruit,
plucking sparks
         from the cosmos
so I may live
without
fear

they tightened the noose and yet
she came immaculate out of nothing
Bearing the fruit of prophecy
from her womb

they fired the stake and yet
she came driving spells
from ambrosia
cursing the heinous lots

They ****** her body and yet
She came resurrected from the darkness
and the spirit of the saints

She is black as a boot
Came martyred and gone forever
Amongst the plume of fools  
Flying toward the ends of night

Up on a pedestal
That's where you sit
I'll love you forever
To that I'll commit

You are my world
You are my life
I am so proud
To call you my wife

Over the years
Many things we did face
Right by your side
That is my place

I'll always love you
No one else would do
Until the end of time
I'll always be true

Scratchy syllables
And raspy tones

4am
Dial tones

Two sets of sheets
Hushed voices

Lovers repeat
Promised noises

States and state lines
Limit touch

Cedars and pines
Fields and such

Loving is smooth
When the world's asleep

Sweet vermouth
A luscious treat

A sliced moon
And miles between

Asters in June
Unforeseen

This is what I feared would happen.
That you would prove me wrong,
And by wrong I mean right.

That all the doubts I had in the beginning,
Would make themselves come true.

That I would set my eyes on you,
And begin to see a glow.

That you would feed off of my emotions,
And make me forget for more than a second,
Black holes don't turn into stars.