Within the world you live, your fleshy life;
I give you a commandment to undo those
memories acquired; for to enclose our spaces
within these unreal realms and to commune.

Entrapped within the world I live, my fleshy
life; and I cannot undo these earthen bonds;
I will attempt a seclusive withdrawal of myself
and to my desires give a hearty dose of madness.

Wherewith we drown each other; wherewith we
sooth ourselves; in isolatory speech and art’s
refinement; I drive the knife, and you the dagger;
and our denial screams of ecstasy.

Disheartening words; frayed in isolation;
And then I watch you die a hundred deaths
and sing again their pain; life dissipates,
without a hint of poetic power to the breaths
you take into your lungs. Lonely eyes,
dimmed without retreat from her denials.

Sands shift and absolute lies deserted;
yet empowered through the facts at her
disposal; she seeks and finds; produces
an heir for her small kingdom; regardless
of the weathered nights she’s worn,
she’s sworn to dedicate her realm to–

Defeat of cause; disease of death’s
premonition; she bids me watch and enthralled;
I sleep and dream her irresolute encampment
shrill voices pressed thin; harpoon
cross we burn at the last supper; her nails
sink;;;;;;;;;;

dis-ease drowns me in the thick of her recovery.

Time is wasted on me;
it’s all a blur.

Severed motion set in sin,
a mountain to climb to the top,
a divide.

To conquer the depths of passion,
to endure, and to succumb to desire.

Lost in thought, in motion, and in dream;
echoes and fantasy endure; I cradle space,
as if it were my own; but only you
keep me hanging onto threads of my foundation.

Below where what was mine is now concealed;
into blue ocean; paling as we descend,
your lips holding onto the drain of time;
and far out, waves the door to shelter;

We passed them in our bitter tears of irony,
blown out windows; blood, and all its counterpart.
Peruse what you’ve abandoned and rejected
through my loss of consciousness; dejected
and refused internal ticking; the clock
strikes down each moment.

Death in favor of interjection.

And you can caw, deep into the night;
and I will hear each piercing sound as it resounds;
let me be your board, to understand what makes you
move, beneath those skirts; and shepherd in your
innocent remainder.

Decide what good can come of this; what
ancient melodies may move and swim,
then try, without regret to let them come.

Drowning out my passion’s reserve,
letting come what may, and its entire swing;
to trodden out reality’s main nerve;

Sever and succumb to passion’s play.

What more needs said; until this life has
bled and passed into another fume of air;
while waiting for your intensity to arise;
I watch and wade with gulls above, I caper
and with cottons, stew up and hem and sew;

What matters in this lengthy prose; for
foreigners, I do not know; but within
your eyes I’ve been less shy than with
anyone on earth. So I will stay and
dance the night; and in the interim,
will sew a garment for them to tear apart.

Self-assessment; binding in my time;
blood runs thin and pours upon my lies;
they stain the shallow sheets of my
descriptive pages;

And where are you, coloring in the dark;
can’t you see, when I resume the song,
your presence here,
will help defeat the lurking demons
of my mind.

So into you, I’ll dive; once more
for fascination’s sake, and sake alone,
to dwell within your mouth as it moves
me into you.