Glass Cuts

Why do you drawn me to the sheets?

When you know perfectly clear

I am afraid of heights.

Calling me for a dance amidst a fight.

Tying up our souls to the sleeves of the bed,

Yet undressed with uncertainty locks.

So! Please do tell me.

Why do I feel like singing?

While heavens drew us split off Haven

Scratching the back of a camel.

Yet unhinged with thoughts of spears

Thrown to the deep end of reality

Unhinged.

Heightened to puzzling questions...

Why's playing tricks,

to the bidding of fiesting fists

Punching the air to lost breath of time

Tied in strings of purple

Blue-blackened in passionate heaven kissing.

So! Please

please

please

Do to tell!

Why do you drawn me to the sheets?

When you know perfectly clear

I am afraid of heights.

Crosses & Love

It's funny!

How love got me staring down the corridor of insanity

While busy undressing my thoughts off sanity.

In the middle of it all

Abandoning my soul

At the tip of madness

& Happiness.

Taking my knee to dive deep

& seek the ring_giver

To shower a blessing.

Unto a ceremony

Known -unknown to men

As the sun nix to sink.

Time

In perfect lines

We began our story

Dancing in the rain

As a perfect cover

For the last fall.

Parked by sentiments riverside 

Cloaked in spillage tantrums

Jived in logical denial

We fell for each other's hive

Drawn to the nectar.

Fumbling to the park!

Drunken

We emerged to stand

Lust white washed 

Heels glued to a tango

Tapped in coordination.

Dared

Salsa infused

Both collision-ed

Cupid paroled

Prison's role call escaped

Magnetically attracted.

Twisted Tongue

Listening to the beckoning rains.

He marched his soul straight into her's

Watching every word drop out of a straight line

Yet out of character, it felt off the tongue.

Biting a few in seconds

That felt like days.

Hearing the screams of his voice

Heart pounding a million miles per second.

Hands waving in air for courage

Gesturing out the soul's desire

He felt his spirit abandoning

Yet loudly calling out her name.

His words caressing every sentence construct.

Belching perfect lines

The symphony continued

Pulling strings at her presence

Kneading all he could master

to present the perfect cake

Falling into her.

Back Again

Tell me again, where I am from

For I find the swamps homely

But scary to admit.

And hear the footsteps time louder

But a stranger, in the corridor of hope

As the footsteps always go in reverse.

Morose filled

Days progress's enmity

Digress grins

At the helm of a pleated beautiful nightmare.

So! I dare you to tell me again

& see the wrath of the sun

Slumping life

In front.