Even in the dark clings meaning
“It’s all futile,” is all she’ll tell me
But she’s still floundering
Along this midnight coastline
What we perceive is so unreal
Fragmented realities
We fill the blanks, all unknowing
That we create our own cells
I wish she heard me the way
I imagine myself heard
This is all but impossible

Blessings fall from unknown lands
She tore down these stubborn walls
To wake me from depthless dream
I breathe deeply of her scent
And so bittersweet savor this
Breath of sea mist and beggar’s grave
She speaks novels with silken touch
The danger lies in returning back
Staying thoughts of easy death
The temptation seems so clear
She resists and trudges on

I let her once again flee
Thinking it a diversion
But never from my window
Shall I see the shore again
She visits still, sporadically
I recount my doubtful suffering
She nods as if she understands
But they took her tongue and hands
The grief in me comes naturally
As I begin to weave a tale  
To feed the future my lies

Everyone told me but I knew better
Trade a lifetime of joy for one alone
Shared far too much in one little letter
If only, if only I would have known

A proposition I couldn't refuse
An agreement based on baser instinct
I won't ever say I wasn't enthused
My love was rejected right on the brink

We have many adventures still ahead
Separately, but I wish you hold me dear
Where we were, gardens lush, few seldom tread
I can only pray to quell biased fear

If ever my stained soul finds you again
Before our trials have found proper end
I should think to call you my long lost friend
With fullness of love embrace you once again

Always ask or you shake eternity
Manipulating rips of your bare life
The womanless milk is picture TV
Why this when our heads foretell
Only wanting
Luscious delicate urge
Stare at the true wind spray
And their produce is bitter iron
How you go must flood lies from power
Let a thousand frantic madmen
Whisper gorgeous smooth chocolate
Stop, leave, ache worship void within
I say you will cry & fall beneath
They sleep under the blood sun
Like lazy enormous sausages

You look like
Someone I knew
Much much better
But your face is
A skull of hate
So now I wait
For random call
Little bow ties
On backs of legs
Youth on elbow
Livin'. Again.
Octopi, high.
Embrace the instinct
My bated breath
Goes unanswered
Phoenix rises
But not for me
I hold no grudge
Except maybe
The fact that she
Smoked all my ****

Interjecting lines beneath
What’s really going on
Never thought I’d find my self again
But here I am
Amidst the wind-strewn remnants
All that’s left of the pieces of what I used to be
Rebuilt by circumstance into something more whole
Holy-wrought
Brought back to reality
Every time I leave her bed
This wind has cleansed my soul
The cosmos beneath her skin
Greater understanding comes
From this chance meeting of un-sin
Purified and tempered continuously
In this forge that exists in
The ǣther between us

I love to have this vision
Of my shadow watching me
Like beauty from a sad
Bitter place
Life shines through black wax
Voiding all meaning
But love and death