after the storm
picking fallen tamarind--
too high the tree

--R.K.Singh

It ***** being second string,
Mocked and belittled for having deep feelings.
Openly betrayed and wickedly abused psychologically.
Over and over and over again.

the coffee shop smell on this chill
autumn day reminds me of times outside
these worries and cares free like the
bird that spears through the sky
where are my wings?
i lost them in a deal with the devil
to live for my life
now hope burns in my lungs and
rises twisting turning on this
northern breeze smoke flows from
my lips like a gentle last kiss
my love set sail to the wind and
fly with your mind
for you will always find me in this
unforgiving sky
with a glance from the side
and a whisper of love
i will find my way my wings
and your love

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.

silent as the moon
stalking the streets
we are the night
we are life - life incarnated
a family
a family who met just months before
a new identity
pain vanishes into pleasure
a euphoria like no other
sharing our life force
to become one
for eternity
it is an honor,
to give my blood to you
and you to me
we do not do this lightly
and only selectively
but the dangerous thrill
is still there
a game of dominance
and acceptance
I bite your neck,
my acrylic fangs
break your skin easily
I claw my nails down your back
and watch the blood drip
my tongue trails along the cuts
your taste is coppery with salt,
blade dancing kiss
our tongues
trustfully pass the razor
back and forth
I take the razor from between my teeth
and slowly dig it into my arm
watching the blood bubble up
offering it to you -
a perfect gentleman,
never breaking eye contact
you savor my essence
then holding my hand
you gently kiss my knuckles

              high on the
   life blood of our existence

              crux ansata,
             the key of life