November
My breath is frost
Sweeping flurries into dance
Revealing my love
By cultivated drifts
My hand is morning
Rising to cup little cheeks
Bearing my heart
In glowing crystalline perfections
My song is falling leaves
The last of them to fall
Sharing my life
With ice giant silhouettes
Winter Begins within me
Narcissism
Your visage smells
Like pasty white
And judgment
Eyes caked with black
Eye drops creating
The sadness of tears
Running the powder
Mixing with hot pink
Tendencies and
Purple Wishes
You flip a glance into
The mirror as you leave
Give your overly structured
Hair a crunch
To insure the messy look
Your eyes hold the green
Of freshly grown buds
With the reflection
Of red from
Lost sleep
Increasing nights of
Drunken Debauchery
And Drugs…
You blow
A kiss to your
Retreating reflection
Narcissism
Your fuel
The guide to your
Life.
And tonight
As you lay under
The embodiment of
A hallucination
Feeling their
Candy promises
And hidden shards
Of glass
You remember…
You looked great…
Roses and Thorns
Within the deep dark rose
The shadows are melding
His hot breath is misting
His desire building
The black lace scarf
Wrapped tightly there
Contrasting skin
Lily and fair
Little red welts
Scatter her plain
Fingers and thorns
Shower the pain
Eyes holding glass
Her head bent back
Mouth opened wide
Spine curved and slack
Punished once again
‘Cause she is so “Bad”
Her heart skipping beats
For fun he has had
Then once she is scolded
He takes her hard and fast
Her moans ending loudly
His release coming last
