Sunday, January 10, 2021

tattoo

there are bits of you
hidden under my skin
my tongue baptized
by liquid fire
time stood still
in the moments
that you showed me
the meaning of desire

---
Hitting publish on a draft from 2018.
Fuck It Energy in 2021.


The Cut

sharp as the memory
of a stolen kiss
a tongue cold as a blade
locking lips with the abyss

fingers that rove like mad dervishes
parting skin, digging in
spinning, gyrating, lodged into crevices
to reach deeper and touch the sin

the whispers that lacerate
with the force of winter
leaving the mouth with a bloody taste
gritted teeth, each breath a splinter

this cut will not heal
it will only fester and bleed
till we refuse to feel
and watch a want become a need

---
Papercuts all over my hands. 



Thursday, January 7, 2021

The Eye

A floating orb
All seeing
Unblinking
Filled with rage
A question 
Bleeding through
A vision
Turn the page
Radiating
A dying sun
Darkness enveloping
Step up to the stage
Focus
On the focus
Tunnel vision
Engage
---
2021, no more hindsight.