May 29, 2011

smiling my emo away

the sun is hiding
this early am
when there is enough
light to illuminate our way
i am waiting for you
to walk through the door
to kiss me softly
like so many sundays
we laid in bed
under white sheets
after spent skin
sipping delicious coffee
but this am
without the sun
your warm light
i am seeing shadows
in a grey filled light
hoping i can see
you again someday
smiling my emo away
my coffee is black
dark and
like a part of my soul
which longs for you
for your voice
to soothe me
your eyes to light me
your touch to satisfy me
i know love
i am selfish
for needing you
to help keep my emo
i know you need
me to win this fight
i am too tired to wage
i know i am alone
till you return again
if perchance
tomorrow never comes
the way we want it too
then this grey
haze in my dark coffee
comes with a side of emo
you served the day you left
only to exceed
the day i forget
i can love myself too

May 26, 2011

demure vintage

her eyes they spoke
of many things i longed
to go
with and for her
standing in golden light
her demur vintage
a beauty the divine
can only remember
i stared a moment
then looked away
it may be coy
it may be fear
in this light
divinity is a halo
of skin hue
the character
of you and i
in spring sun
just before a moment
your blue eyes
then soft bliss
in your lips
the perfect kiss
for that very moment
i knew the crush
your vintage demur
tastes divine

May 23, 2011

crass diving the road

something clean in a dirty reflection
the visual din is a craving
so many dives can claim
you drink the beers
you smoke the cigarettes
the women are flirty
the men are brash
only here
reflections are vintage
the hue a cadence
we sing to each other
lusting for more pints
the shot to take you home
its a perfect afternoon
of swashbuckling vandals

May 22, 2011

it's perfectly irrational to be needy

it would have been better last night to drink more before the match, to induce the euphoria you need to keep the doldrums from entering your creative thoughts. most of the time if you just make it through the night, this non euphoria passes into something calm. except, the morning after when a little emo sets in and you drink delicious coffee with lusciously sad words.

May 19, 2011

a pet perhaps

the symbolism of this story is maybe a little overt in a hopeless way.

they played games, the two who blossomed after they romanced for pleasure and respite.

May 15, 2011

till tomorrow comes

i have been dreaming of the erotic light that cascades upon skin right before blushing.

dreaming of your cream and the pleasure to lick my sticky fingers

touch and skin is a canvas and the strokes of joy from endless toes curling

i scream for joy to be in you till tomorrow comes

May 1, 2011

it is the undying companion to my soul

with enough rope i watch you hang yourself and then i just walk out of the bar to wreak havoc on the turmoil in my mind. even after a brilliant 1-nill win i find myself stumbling down the street staring at the ground.

the malaise was more than i wanted to feel or admit but in the back of the cab, talking to myself and barking orders to the cabbie. i could not avoid the truth in you i saw which is in everyone i meet now a days. i was sad for the loss of futures untold and resolved that the redemption is in the creation of my artistic legacy. i may never be fulfilled in relations or the comfort of strangers, but i will in the grand art i continually create.