The soft ***** of your
                               shoulders
reminds me of a time when everything was bright
innocent
your allure exists in my desire for salvation
to lose myself in you
would be to find myself once more
         among these steamy mirrors
         and speckled windshields
Let me become your Bad Habit

a relapse of happiness
or just another
                           high?
my eyelids warm
                           heavy
the sun dries them
      like raisins
I had forgotten the texture of autumn leaves
a weary
                 memory
                                   of colors

If I knew every word
or every language
then maybe, maybe
I could describe the unique brilliance
        of the sun
If I knew every word
or every language
then maybe, maybe
I could let somebody truly understand
       the enigma of my mind
If I knew every word
of every language
I could still never illustrate your beauty

Ashes, Ashes
what is this life?
Engulfed in a fire
of anguish and strife

we claw through this labyrinth
one brick at a time
How long till I realize
that none of its mine?

Ashes, Ashes
what have I found?
The mortal remains
of a woman who drowned

in her own hidden river
of pain and desire
Its not ours to smother;
we’ll burn in this fire

The severity of
        shadows on the wall
claws at my conscience
        trying to dismantle me
               bury me
                     I long to
be overwhelmed by my senses
but my own personal prison
                    (what you call mind)
        bars me from pleasantness
              and scratches at my
skin
             until only shame and sorrow
                                remain

The inexhaustible
vastness of the
ocean is humbled                  
by the excruciating immensity
of your              
ethereal eyes.
If only I were that
cigarette,
balancing ever so softly
between your              
gentle lips
or the lace which quietly
embraces your          
velvet skin
or even the chair on which you perch
like a bird        
light and agile
as you wait for the wind
to carry you away
But wish- I shall not, for
the dirt beneath your    
precious feet
       is the greatest thing I have ever been

Rain drizzles down the
          window, and its steam
               coats the inner sanctum
               of my skull
          with a moderate frost
I grasp for the memories which
have been buried in the rime
               of the earth’s poles
by my
              fleeting
                              lucidity
            My quest leaves me shivering,
            like the tectonic plates
            as they bid each other
            an eternal farewell