A Beautiful Burden

Your silence has been settled on the lips of a mounted moon

The dusk breaks to dawn as the stars dim to lume 

Walking the desert floor as it fails to ail such aid 

As my feet drag the dust of a lover's masquerade 

A beautiful burden to bear on my back of softened sap

As I look to the heavens to seek the answer, on the door of the wise I tap 

He has used my arms for a rare moment of rest 

His words have nestled deep in the heart of my chest 

All that I have gained is the void of his love 

So I send my travesty away on the wings of a dove 

A Bullet And A Target

Be fast, be quick 

As you blow out the light from the wick 

For if you know a love to come so quick 

It will crate a depth of layers so thick

The dose will ail you like an evil trick 

Be on guard, tight grip

Watching as embers float above-head trip

A fire delved in drink, deadly to sip 

Sending your gut into a reckless flip 

Breathe solitude, be swift

Steadiness will slip, your control will drift 

Into a confusion of hypnotized lift 

The beautiful terror of love's gift 

Be smooth, without theft 

In safe chambers I once slept

Until this day my heart has not been kept  

You hit me, a bullet and a target, my soul has wept 

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aDoRnEd

I observe you

Breathe You in

Let you rest upon my skin 

As I once knew 

Your song like my kin 

I call out to hear your heart beat again 

Like a puzzle

Moving eight to fit ten 

An intriguing mystery to replay and re-pin

Long stemmed poses 

Of peddled feather's rim 

An outline of angels adorned in a rue of sin 

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Heavenly Theft

Pieces of you melted into pieces of me

As if we had known each other a life time 

Two human beings brought together by the crashing swells of sea 

Two sheets of skin bleeding into one flesh
 Like scarlet fever running through our veins 

A diseased love infecting the chambers of chest 

Leveling the cost in a game of chess

Each piece moving further from the other 

Waking fear in the arms of gravity's Confucius mess 

A haunting love too intense to be kept 

Like bottling stars in a mason jar

To hold it would be a heavenly theft