Monday, March 25, 2013

A galaxy of shells




A galaxy of shells
shine like stars
on the floor in the dark
We glare passionately,
exchanging strikes
of the eye,
each with its own code





The open door is split
down the center
The windows
have been
blown
out
These are the consequences of eruptive behavior

It’s fiery HOT in here
We’ve been destructive
AFFLICTIONS:
strike,
bite,
blow,
cuff,
collide
Created an inferno
in this pressure tank of a bedroom
with a raging, love
that’s like a machine gun

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Battle Scars


A blow torch was taken to our love..
It burned 
blue, 
blue, 
blue.

I saw an image of 2 lovers 
       in a carnal battle
A fight to the death of hearts
A power struggle of the minds,
One with emotional nuclear-like weapons.
The other with a dangerous intellectual sword.

It was a deadly combination
An exchange of vows 
we guarded,
locked up,

turned up the pressure,
pushed buttons and it detonated.  

In just seconds it disintegrated
floating off in the form of smoky clouds
In a bed alone I lie
I’m floating on 
the black blankets 
rolling before my eyes
Counting the little scars 
I feel tingling on my flesh
Writing our saga into a book of history,
a manual to help win the next battle 

Saturday, March 09, 2013

Game


These stilettos resemble 
       football cleats 
caked 
                with mud and blades 
        of grass.

         Beaten up, 
this game has got me 
on highs and lows... 

Going 
       game 
          for 
  game 
until I get tackled
      by the one 
          that 
     makes me
hang my jersey up.