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The Azure Forest

The door swung open

Soundless

Before me lay a forest

Drenched in emerald

But fading to a deep blue

In little more than a few meters

As though the sun

Brilliant as it shone

Could only impress upon me

But this small section of sight

I walked and all of me was heavy

Like a dream torpidity I felt the drag

I opened my mouth to call

To search for another

Who tread these verdant paths

But nothing came out

I slowly turned my sight skyward

Then I saw it

Just below the treetops

A shimmering blanket of wave

Where danced the rays of sun

This forest was also a sea

I do not drown

And I know these paths well

Though I never walked them

And upon this path

Quite by chance

I found another

She took my hand

And I, hers

And together we forged ahead

Deeper down its winding paths

There was something familiar

Something familial in her touch

A lover long lost

But no memories to say so

Still

I know her

And she knows me

And together

We forge a world

In the endless blue

Our Every Morning

Dawn breaks

Thin shafts piercing dark

My arms are full

But heart is fuller yet

As I awaken

To find you close beside

You sure as well

Eyes open slowly

Deep pools of dark

I would gladly get lost within

Instead I pull you closer

And let forth a growl

Deep and full of lustful intent

You gasp and smile

Kissing my neck

Oh yes this is how it starts

My nails claw at your form

This close, still too far

We both know the only distance

That will finally be enough

Gasps and groans

This heat kills me

Little deaths

And I hope this night

Will end the same

And every day to come

At First Sight

A mess of midnight hair

And the rim of glasses

Espied over top of a cloth bound book

First time we spoke

His voice cracked

Nerves lit and burning already, sans touch

The night we fell

I gave a gentle kiss

Glasses removed along with our clothes

The heat was heavy

But our breathes more

And the crescendo mind-numbing bliss

As we lay in quiet

Arms enmeshed tight

He whispered soft “I’m sorry, my love”

The bite of steel

Cold snake stole breath

I gripped the handle tight and eyes alight

He shook his head

Pressed harder still

Fitting I suppose it would be this man

As darkness enclosed

Warmth returning

I closed my eyes and gave my forgiveness

My last question

My final thought

Just how long had this been his plan

When we lay

Or first spoke

Or even when furtive glance caught sight?

I felt his lips

Move close to my ear

“It was your eyes I couldn’t resist…”

Collection

Arrayed in fantastic display

My vast collection of memories

From fragments to days

The whole of a life

Within a bauble or two

Here a girl’s birthday

Shown now only

As the cake she ate

And the toy soldier she was given

Yet as you gaze upon them

Time unravels

Unfurling the scene

In all its glory

The minutest detail

All accounted for

And here

A man’s first kiss

This case displaying

The car radio

Always playing Gloomy Sunday

Billie Holiday, of course

And the wheel of his car

Now it reveals

That sweetest moment

When breath was heavy

And lips finally met

Ah but here now

Look further

Something strange

And far more wondrous

This display

It…

Um

It contains only

A black ink stain

And a spilled wine glass

The night was dark

Cold and lonely

Even the coyotes abandoned their call

The wine was cold too

Chilled to perfection

A soft clink

As they shared

A quiet moment

Then she whispered

“I’m ready…”

He took up the ink pot

Cradled carefully in both hands

Before pouring it slowly over her

Coating evenly

She was left shimmering

Black and glimmering

Then she screamed

Mouth distending

Contorting at a strange angle

And he screamed too

Eyes bleeding thick ink

This is not the memory I wish for

I…

I did not put this here…

No I do not wish to remember

I reject this

She-

She was everything

We would transcend together

But here I lie

A castle in mind

Holding only

Our memories

Hypothetical

If there was a man

Hypothetically

Who was everything you ever wanted

What you alway desired

And he hypothetically lived

In a big old house

Alone and want for love

Could you see yourself loving him

Hypothetically

Only in concept

A purely thought formed man

Chiseled features

And flowing hair

The idea of perfection

Hypothetically waiting for you

In his imagined house

Dressed sharp

Just the way you like

Yes

You thought you could love him

You thought you were there

Holding him and kissing him

And living and loving

So perfectly lovely

But you awake each day

Alone

This man forgotten

For only a moment

And when you return

To this theoretical place

He feels like you were allways gone

You feel so guilty

Hypothetically

You thought you loved him

You thought it was perfect

Until the day

You found him dead

Edges fuzzy and blurry and red

Already forgetting his breath

His perfect laugh

You realized

You didn’t love this man

You only thought of him

Hypothetically

And so you went on

Your life none the worse

And from time to time

You think to yourself

The perfect man didn’t exist

Except the one

Who lived

Hypothetically

Fate (Return)

Gentle reminders

Passionate declarations

This blossoming thing

Glorious and splendid

Spills forth

Cup runneth over

Sweet nectar of love

Or

Something less wholesome

But just as sweet

Those words

Also sweet

Draw me out

Day in

Night out

The universe reminds

“She was meant for you

You were meant for her

This must be.”

Animal Urge

Bent and growling

Howling moans

And heavy breath

Our animals unleashed

We are fang and claw

Yet here now

We are intimate

Powerful

Dangerous

Yet loving

And careful

Dichotomy in passion

How wild you drive me

What we do to one another

Never enough to sate that hunger

Even as we slow

Panting heavy

We kiss

Ignite

Once again

To once more

Unleash

Our primal urge

Awaken

Night gives over to brilliant day

Blinding effluent rays

Spilling down her every curve

Whispered good mornings

I offer something different

To my torpid goddess

Still wiping sleep from eyes

A simple breakfast

And cup of coffee

She smiles, covering face

“You’re too kind…”

I know all too well

As soon as food is forgotten

We shall fall into one another

Tumult and passion

Again

And again

And again