a tender song.

i could bathe in the alluring sound
of your melancholy voice
as i lie beside you
beneath the cotton sheets
and listen to your whispers
rolling tones, so soft
for the accompanied words
salacious lyrics with a tender song
that set my skin on fire
my heart beats with vigour
blood, red with heat
my lungs crave, not oxygen
but the heavy scent of lust
as i feel your cool hand slipping
beneath these cotton sheets.

across a one-way street.

so, maybe you are my perfect woman
i see you strut
     heels clicking
         hips swinging
             hair swaying
         as the loose curls
      red, rich, radiant
rest on slender shoulders, strands falling
a mind of their own
entrancing my gaze.

i watch you talk
      tongue twisting
          brows raising
               lips drifting
          brushing words aside      
       full, soft, composed
what i wouldn't give, to press my lips to those
to trace their luscious curves
with my gentle hands.

i contemplate you, still
       jaw trembling
          legs stretching
              eyes staring
          fringed by wet lashes
       deep, blue, intense
searching for my core, controlling yet calm
strong arms binding
i surrender my soul.

so, you may be my perfect woman
i let you go
        always laughing
            always singing
                always, unseeing
             blissfully serene
         elegant, beautiful, irrestible
love unrequited, my lust restrained
my sapphic dream
a lonely heart will wait.

behind the mirrors.

as pain
         spills across the table
    the sea is calm.

soft evening light
   splays across the surface
           gentle, she soothes him.

they caress
   ripples across the slowing tide
 fading; the sky
                            is sinking.

purple blotches settle
          bruises across her
  pale, misted skin.

tired waves,
            they drag the lapping blanket
                 mellow; they lie down to sleep.

head resting on mirror glass
       gazing into brown and blue
              wading across
    that quiet abyss.

rain.

wash me away
erase these faults within me
wipe away the scars
flood my gasping throat
immerse me in cold
smudge the line between blood and skin
entwine with tears
blur my vision
pour out your heart
drown this life that flows from me
run your rivers over me
let your waters take the stains away

don't tell her a thing.

i'd like to think of loneliness as my friend,
but she just doesn't want to seem to get along.

her presence, omniscient
even as a child, she would linger for a moment too long.

like a hard-wearing sibling,
this troubled and turning love-hate relationship, a circle

of arguments, paranoia and peaceful silences,
a constant companion, never by choice. well.

she doesn't like to be talked about seriously, yet,
preferring to be oblivious to the pain she causes.

clinging to me, i certainly do not cling to her
she's needy. my encouragement to change.

her melancholy touch, agony in the dark of night,
but purely lethal amongst friends. family. familiar souls.

only within a stranger's gaze is she comfort,
or the shafts of light between abandoned leaves.

all seriousness aside, fate is not far behind small thoughts,
fear of a lifetime in her relentless company.

she's tugging me away, the recent attention she's craving
a simple price to pay for the pain, shortly forgotten.

she's claiming my life for her own.
draining me. but don't tell her i said that.