How Long

The double drummer accents the beaten heart. Take a deep breath and inhale. Perspiration crawls out our eyes for what we have dared to see, enduring the years locked in a moment. Not of wonder. How much better to survive even when you cease to be necessary. Father’s words were never mine to keep. She turns the head as he learns the hard way home. Never cease to be necessary in the bullsweat of silence. Enduring love holds you hostage to freedom. A twinkle of an idea that winks at your foolishness. You earned it too. Your coffee is late. 

Filth

Wash me with your eyes my love, once more, before you take me to bed, that I may sleep beside your returning curiousity that turned me out.

I am unclean from feet to follicle, yet the unfed Raven nests on my crown of crumbs but she does not eat off me like the hands I once held inside my womb shaped heart when you hungered for my touch. Nurtured us in longing with the wettest kiss mistaken for hope.

My locks have been divided by fangled thieves of circumstance who add up my time and subtract me from you. The temple has been desecrated since I allowed you to enter me, with the gentle force of your indifference. And I have only you to wear though worn out by the distance between us.

Then become me, so that I am forever yours.

King Of The Crackle

He who wears the paper crown is king of the crackle. Unproven.

Brandy eyes see undressed lies in bed with contrived laughter. Soberly and dripping wet.

Reconfigured finger pops the luck. Guns drawn before Dawn has broken, down baby, damned lady, seated upside out, beltless, love bulging, bursting, with tenderness, lust and found in distinguished denial.

Choice?

The one you use when you say everything in the noise of silence.

Crackled grief and textured tears, too salty for truth, takes you hard and easy when you cry below the waist…ed words of indifference.

Yours.

The one I use when I am merely your reflection without my beating heart.