Cosmos

Even through the veil of smoke
Green pierces me
Which is odd
Because when I look into you,
I feel black and white movies
And only a splash of red
As it transfers from my lips onto yours
Velvet pours into my ears and now
It's running through my veins
As your cool sound creates clouds
Over my bed and waves under my sheets
There's a storm coming
Most storms are named after women
This storm comes straight from the cosmos
Wash over me

Antiqued and Handwritten

Weathered at the edges
Like the eyes I use
To gaze upon your letter
Beautifull crafted sentences
Your words hold the love I have for language
The love I've held
For you
What a beautiful frame
A cold, hard exterior for your eloquent words
Yet the edges have frayed
I lack the polish you deserve
Stained pages from days of downpour
The ink, flourished, so lovely
I am weathered at the edges
Beautifully torn
And still,
I flourish.

Untitled.

You manipulated me into submission
with the promise of an untouchable
romance.

You kissed me
into misery.

Immersion

Run away with me...
Meet me on the other side of fear
and dive into the unknown.
The water is warm,
and I've been waiting for you.