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Decompressed, out of an oppressive sleep
She steps into my world, her dark eyes speak
Of gods and goddesses and a secret paradise,
And I fall for the angel with an elusive smile;

Coldness, must have a contract with her heart,
She never warms but her stare betrays a spark,
An ancient frozen flame begging to be rekindled,
A word away from burning the earth to cinders;

Relentless, I vow to run with you in your quest,
To find that smile in your dark soul's depths,
To find the ends of this world in an eternal ride,
And to die with the dark angel of the darkest eyes.

2005.may.06

a quiet wave farewell

I do not know if you wept when I left you,
You seemed to be sleeping through the rain.
If you cried tears then, I did not see them
Run across the wet road that led me away.

I do not know if you waved goodbye then,
You laid still in that early morning shower.
I blew a kiss your cheeks never caught,
Lost in the building storm of your slumber.

I do not know if you saw me wave goodbye,
My fingers strumming gently a silent harp.
I seemed not to rouse you from your dreams,
So this, my dearest: how we drifted apart.

I do not know if I wept then, as I left you,
In the end the rain swallowed me whole.
If I cried tears then, you will never see them
Stain these roads with pieces of my soul.

2001.jul.20

adhesive

blue skies
tasted foreign
in my mouth
the midday wind
blew me away

white clouds
flocked
to the south
the sun burned me
to life

and the lazy day
loved me back
and i wish i were adhesive
that i stayed a part of you
always,
always,
always,

2005.dec.20

unbound

the dampness clung to my lips,
an angel's kiss
on my way to the world.

her sweet and tender lips
breathed bliss,
i drew breath out of the morning air.

the softness of her hair resides,
black as night,
a soothing pain on my skin.

the time it caressed my cheek
it cut as deep
as the dark oceans in her eyes.

her touch unbound by time.
her kiss left no sign,
yet hollow she left my husk.

you stole my world.
you claimed my soul.
i drew breath out of your lingering scent.

2004.jul.08

naru of the morning wind

you started it with a kiss -
the dream-dust falls from my body
and i am naked to your bliss.
your taste melts in my mouth
and fades with the darkness.
i rise to your morning's youth
but sealed in my emptiness,
and lost from you;

my thoughts take form into you,
no waves from oceans can unsettle
this delta of my dreams of you.
you have been for so long
the face of mists of night,
the soul of seasons and their song,
the dream to take flight,
from my touch;

and you must end this with a kiss,
i beg for a piece of your smile
to rest a while upon my lips.
i must fade soon with the evening
to be gone for you for good.
i thought i could hear you sing
and if you ask me to i would,
fade with you.

2004.nov.30

under her hat

come through the black curtains, and her love
shall cradle you; shall care for you,
and you might taste the world for a moment
as you take her hand; as you feel her fingers
run through your hair and your life.

her tears are well-hidden and bittersweet,
and you might taste her dreams for a moment
as you return her kiss; fall to her embrace
and you might be forgotten afterward, save for
your fleeting taste in her once-in-a-blue-moon tear.

and her love shall slay your fears, and her love
shall shelter you; shall never let you go,
even as she tends to all her lovers in the world.

maybe you can lose her if you follow a certain light;
still her love shall never set you free, not that
you wanted to be freed, from that killer smile.

and there will always be the black curtains
in every one life you breathe through, and her love
the merciful darkness to warm you, in the ends,
with that killer smile.

2005.apr.13
*inpired by Death of The Endless

mondays are

mondays are
blue,
cold, and ordinary.
they hang
by their claws on the clouds
and their tails dip
on the ground,
and sleep all day.

mondays are
cool,
blue, and undying.
they scrape
their nails in the sky
and make thunder,
and lightning follows
soon,
afterward.

well.

mondays are
dull,
blue, and boring.
they plummet
with the raindrops
on gray days,
wet and grumpy
as Tuesdays.
mondays are
like that.

2003.may.20