rapture.

in the whispers of the universe our souls made promises to eternity ~ scared vows as mortals we could not keep ~ I carved the alchemy of my heart's mourning on the trembling lips of lovers dancing in the marble.d walls of heaven

breaking .isis.

we played with colors of a dying rainbow
& painted laughter on silvered autumn stars swirling in delicate patterns of hope in chaos,
stellar giants whos mouths knew too much of muted heavens & ravenous nights

they play down under the alters of sunsets,
dancing in mourning reveries where we used to worship love
& left it drowning in the ink of lavender skies

in the ruins of vanity

there was a time he was the all around never ending of me
the upside of down in me..
I used to bend myself beautiful in pretty words & a lover's hope..
I'd leave my heart written on dying stars
crimsoned in flames,
coiled in my love
scattered in miles of heavens he'd never look up to see

I was left barely there
standing naked, dressed in silence before the storm
...if only I had loved myself that way...

I have found life since then
scribbled on the sides of mystic moons
& cavernous pains
free from ego stained trappings
splayed in naked innocence
& severed stitches..

of lace & scathefire

he stitched himself in the hems of my mind
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
breath..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..

I have been blessed..

in the darkest parts of me I wept in a silence unforgotten
it was him that set my soul free, kisses breathing emerald fire
he taught me love from ancient hymns of passion..

let me lie quiet inside his mind, in the places where habits lead to doubt
where frailty sighs in dying winds
where my heart aches for his touch
in beauty & light
forever, always

cervantes.

days bleed a sobering unconsciousness
razorblade words drip from a self righteous tongue
graffiti'd preconceived notions of love poisons free minds

under sorrow's ashes
ink stains of regret wet my brow
the angels blood spills still

the dead air of things

"grace on fire"
the heavens called it..

there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
chaos
bondage
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...

barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..


I'll see you in my dreams

in the beauty of tragedy

"sweet little alchemist..."
he whispered
"did you always believe that butterflies were white?
phantom tipped?
& singed with the solace of love?"

"sometimes" I sighed
"sometimes the sparrow's breath kissed my lips
& I forgot this place wasnt heaven."

it's unsobering..
the days that passed since I wandered fraying tourniquets
& angel stitched
.......I watched the rivers burn
& danced in the alchemy of backwards reveries

............ fairytale
.fractured.