Safe nor Reasonable

sometimes my words convey
far too much
than is safe or reasonable.

there are so many verses
that just
never make the final cut.


my words are too visceral
too intimate
too rich
like the dark chocolate cake
beneath a thick layer of frosting
that looks delectable
but ends up being hard to swallow.

Clandestine

the leaves rustle forebodingly
from the presence beneath this tree
as we stand
sin-filled blood red apple gripped
tightly in your sanguine hand

you stare as if caught in a witch's trance
a prisoner of desire as I make my advance
constraints forsaken
lascivious temptation from an angel
more mistress than maiden

I dance into your ravishing arms
the breeze and the branches mock my charms
and swaying hips
awaiting the press of verboten opulence
to trespassing lips

using avoidance tactics for cupid's darts
we're playing catch with beating hearts
yours of the purest gold
something I have never before encountered
in my erratic world

caught and captivated, the predator roars
sent messages in bottles to faraway shores
and awaited reply
distracted with daydreams of virtuous patience
presuming a lie

now my piercing eyes and your genuine smile
deviously whispering before we stand up on trial
hear the serpent's hiss
besieged by this atmosphere similar of Eden
this forbidden bliss

For the Love of Exaggerated Gore

We made love while the guns fired. While the world exploded around us. Your hands were rough, and abrasive on my smooth skin. My nails dug into you and the blood flowed like Niagara Falls. Fistfuls of hair, and the red silhouette of handprints. The moaning became indistinguishable from the cries of pain that surrounded us.
We made love through the knife slaughters. While jugular arteries were slashed. I kept my hands on your throat with enough pressure to be certain you felt them there. You thrust with enough force to be certain you hit soft tissue. Moist sweat, and teeth marks. Absorbed into the process of creating life while surrounded by the process of taking life.
We made love during the amputations. While limb joints were torn clear from their sockets. I provoked you until you pinned me down. You pinned me down until I imploded on a plain of aggressive instinct. Burning muscles, and heaving chests. With violent force and a final gasping breath, we collapsed into a heap of organs and bodily fluids.
And then, as reality caved in through the orgasmic haze, I realized...
in ecstacy, I had killed them all.

Fidget

to long for
and feel the depth
to dine upon a corpse

to smile
and hold your breath
to deliver without a goal

to stare
and neglect your sight
to wander within a dream

to reach for
and sever heads
to burn and suture silent pleas

Transcendence

if words could wrap in comfort, and your voice hold snug my head
if I could hear your body, and breathe everything you've said

if your thoughts could be inhaled, and interpreted as scent
our flesh could be unspoken, unveiling all we truly meant.