Flames

She remembered the heat of his touch through the thin cotton sheets. Gentle, kind, gauging.
And she remembered the cool metal against her chest, slightly towards the left.
He could hear the beating of her heart- wild, terrified and befuddled
So could she, as she lay stunned by the rippling surge of pleasure that filled her body.

But the moment didn't last.

And nothing could save her from the one that followed.

As the nameless happiness left, in its wake came a jolting realization. The nostalgia for what she'd just lost and what she'd never gain.

He left her ward with his wide back towards her, as she caught a final glimpse of his white coat vanishing behind the door.

He could see her.

She couldn't.

Wouldn't.

Never again will she look in the mirror and smile.

She cried softly, for the girl she'd lost.

For her smooth skin that now remained charred.

She remembered the heat of it's touch- burning, malicious, ravenous.
And she remembered the searing cloth clinging to her face, slightly towards the left.

She sighed, fanning the fire ever more.

Home of the Wanderer

He wanted to love her truly-
her eyes, her smile, her smell,
He wanted to make her laugh,
and catch her whenever she fell

But her eyes were hollow
and her smile long dead,
her heart smelled of carnations,

drying on a grave that said:

"Here lies a soul meant to float-
breeze through triumphs and losses-
beware of holding on to her, O Stranger,
if your life, she ever crosses!"

So his life, he decided,
would be her very home-
the place to which she'd inevitably return

But her home without her,
stands silent and haunted,
in the whistling woods, just waiting to be burned

The House is still his life
each brick, each crack,
every stone, every bone,
every breath held back.

The Fourth Element

Shadows dance and make merry,
Love burns with flickering passion,
The mirth of the abandoned, demented, eccentric,
The minds that pained hearts clash in

The winds, the sun, the earth,
they try to liberate their friend ;
She flows, and weeps, and travels the world,
pools without form or face in the end.

Then flows another, crimson with passion,
runs through arboreal prisons,
Plunges into her depths, brings hue,
and transcendence sans discard or obliteration

Buried

A seed of brightness eternal,

Buried into the ground,

Deep in the earth’s bosom:

So it’ll never ever be found.

It’s stifled in the abysmal darkness,

As shallow minds above blare:

Cacophony celebrated over all

Melodies met with burning glares.

The world wraps itself

In a cocoon of pitiable mediocrity,

It takes a dime to buy your soul,

As its stripped of all its integrity.

A word of pure genius,

Is like a drop in a deep, dark ocean

Of corrupt waters of glorified filth

Loud, gurgling eddies of abomination.

But the seed, within its earthly abode
 Lies quiet- its heart full of courage-
Awaiting the black smoke to lift and for

The sunshine to cast away its umbrage.

And once again, it shall behold,

The wonders of the open world,

Share its sweet fruit of spark,

Billowing in the wind- its brilliance unfurled.