In the pink skies

In the pink skies
I saw you come.
I saw you cry,
I saw you moan,
Elated but shy
Of shrouding clouds
So dark that
None can see
The longing
In my eye.
Tied up in snakes
That name
My love evil
And wrapped
In shreds
Etching out
Just one way
To find what
I’m looking for.
But I’m lost
On a path that leads
To my kind of love.
I say I’m your woman
And you’re my lady.
Your chocolate eyes,
Your dark eye brow,
The waves in your hair,
Make me crawl
Into your arms.
But who can give
My thing a name?
People just find
This love too strange.
I touch you where
Only my breath can go
In there,
On the right side
Of your body,
Your soul.
Every inch of skin
Guides my finger tips,
And I travel
To worlds in you.
And what do they
Call my kind of love?
For I make
My kind of love
Out there,
In the pink skies.

Follow me when it ends

There is no respite
In bringing you back to life.
It’s over, the fairy tale
Without an end.
There’s always a path
You leave behind
But there’s none coming up ahead.
As all the ways you walk must die
And you follow me when it ends.
There is speed,
And there is sound.
But there is no ground
To come around.
I’ll call you when I kill
My shadows,
And crash into blinding lights.

I undress again

I undress again
But don’t bare myself
To the stranger.

In the yellow cab
Then the silver car,
From the staircase of the old house
To the curtained corner.

Deception is born
From liberty taken
To cage weak freedom.

But the distance is too long
And time passes so slowly,
Tiring virtues that hide away
Under the weight of mistakes
Too often made,
Impossible to erase.

I’ve gone too far too soon.
So I take my shoes off now
And put my feet up on the table.

Now my body longs
For a touch of truth
Worthy of satiating the restless
Needs of my mortal being.

My desires long forsaken,
I stand at the threshold
Of complete surrender.
A devil waiting to lose out
To a sage in disguise.

They are all over me

They are all over me.
Biting into every inch of my skin.

Creeping up my eyes and nose.
Giving me no space to breathe.

I lie in their blanket,
Safe.

There are places to go
And dreams to live.

But for now I want to just be
Hiding away in oblivion.

Not running for cover,
Letting the bugs take over.