Siberian Winters/You

Siberian winters have nothing on my love

Run, my love, for the dark queen has her eye

On you, casting her spell from above

Wicked on a dusty throne, deep sigh

And moan

From molding corners

Creaking wood and melting jade

Rotting velvet and stained silk

She awakes

Ruminating on centuries old marble and

Stained glass, decaying gold, and

Creaking bones, night falls and you are not

Alone in these halls for long

She hungers and knows you wait

Your scent a barely ripe fruit

Honeysuckle to the gods

Running our games through an old palace

She knows these too well and waits

For you to settle

So she can begin

Give to me of you and let me

Know your taste

Let me touch you

Let me feel you

Because when the clock chimes

You will be mine

Gravity and Cigarette Burns

Your touch sends me into shudders

There is something in the way that you look at me that reminds of typhoons

Salt water and vinegar course through your veins

Ice under the skin and there is something to be said about Siberian winters that births hardness

But there you stand

Hands to pockets and a juvenile smile

Callow smile and shark eyes

Youth and gladness lost in burn marks

The ice has not taken hold just yet

Give to me of yourself and break apart

I want to give you the planets and their gravity

Let me take you down, follow me down into the dark

I will spread light from my finger tips and cast it into your cold corners

Give me of yourself

And I will give you atoms to use as stepping stones

to your destiny past your

Fear that smells of metal and rust

But in the years to come, when you've wiped it away

And age has ingrained itself on your brow

I will be waiting

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Here is a confession:

I happily stay in a nuclear winter where I can love you from afar

Because when we are close

I die

I can’t find my tongue

When I look at you

Roads and airplanes can’t bring me down

I can feel the ice breaking in these veins

You are my truth

ash and maybes

dark room, sitting too near, come closers on the tip of my tongue

i would haves breaking out

i havent forgottens spilling from the next bottles

liquid floors and glass dreams

these were the things made of us

two seconds

and we're through

records saying all the things pride

couldn't

come get me

after party confessions

so it's come to this/blank pages, empty bottles and smeared ink

(woman what are you doing)

thought i'd be able to forget you/lightening quick/cut you out, knife to the vein

and bleed you out like the others

(woman what are you doing)

but here you are/staring across the room/across the table/across the space/and i'm a fucking mess/hoping i'll make it outside in one piece

(woman what are you doing)

taxi rides and midnight runs/cancelled plans and one more drink and i think/i can make it before i sink/lower

another dead horseman/another dance

and maybe, just maybe, i can make

it to tomorrow without glass shattering

on perfect walls

i need you/past the borrowed mask/that's taken years to perfect/one more step and i'm almost past the hardest part of early mistakes/hoping you'll see past my facade

i need you

past stupid pride

past drunken confessions

past a strangled plea into the heavens

you borrowed my breath

and i can't run away fast enough

because when you're near there's nothing

left

of me

put me out, please

make the daily deaths end

and come get me

Grapple me, earth-bound and metal fashioned

Burn me out of ore and ash

I will be your killing machine

delicate beginning, silent climax

send me into fevered depths

and plummet me into an underworld

where you show me my destiny

I will build a fire with your bones

and signal down the planets

so they cast you into their cores

and you become my gravity

pull me down

send me down

cast me down into death so I may

finally have you

War Dreams

yes we hold these small things in place

like trinkets, these breaths continue their outwardly pour

contacting the santa anas through a spring window

ticking like crickets

and dying like bees

yes we are holding onto these things tightly

you.......you continue to evade my grasp

far too long

100 years and i'm still caught in this laborious solitude

the war has ended but she's still dreaming of mustard

and mortar

yes, i've been holding onto these for a little too long

scared of the slipping and

other uncomely things

it is time to put them down

Some More Mental Diarrhea

In death I love you

In disaster I love you

Beneath shuddering girders and moaning bridges I love you

Shot out of funeral cannons I love you

Cast into deep waters and there is something down there

Can’t see for the life of me

(Where is a damn light when you need one?)

Caught on a line and I can’t get off

(Where’s a hacksaw when you need one?)

There is nothing left.

There will be nothing left

Arguably, there never was

And please watch where you breathe.