HalcyonHalcyonblank/free5-30-129 stanzasi could look at youfor the rest of my lifeand never want to stop.an endless world is paintedlike softness over invincibilityin the irises of your bright eyes.i stood for a thousand yearsinside shadows of fallen leaves loves:reread their pages until erosion took the words.i could trace my handover the curve of your jawlinefor as long as my muscles would let me.you, so (dare i say it?) perfect, emergedfrom beneath the bitterness, the ignorance,i held so dearly: like a jewel, like a stone.all the hurt that had laced my iron cageevaporated, and the hate i bore simmeredinto calmness, simplicity, and a new best friend.i could lie in your armsfor a million star-dressed nightsand never tire of your embrace.and though my mind can deceive me,i like to think that you're gong to bethe "one", the "actual", the "realistic and perpetual".i could love you forever.the fire that sparks between uscould burn, high and strong, for eterni
Dark TonesDark Tonesblank/free5-23-115 stanzasgrey of winter.her soul coughs outthe poisons that simmerwithin the rising white banks.ever-growing is the thoughtthat something is beginning here.these hallways smell of life:a calm drowse laced with noise.the windows are foggedwith my breath. i'm standing hereso still, my eyes searching: wild.connection! i need a connection!i hunt for silly, stupid things.things i know will not satisfy methings that can't satisfy the hunger.i yearn for simple glances
smiles?dark tones, low music, they humlike brown, dry leaves on the wind.the winter to begin the trend, the cyclestarts with the reverberations of your voice.
InquirerInquirerblank/free5-22-115 stanzasstop slithering to me with yourcrooked, v-like, triangle smileasking me for an earful of gossip.my woes are my own!my soul, brimming with hate andunrequited love, is not a newspaper.take your secretive sources:your eye-witnesses, your spies,and mumble amongst yourselves.my obsession is my own!my wasting, my missing, my longing...have no business in your rat-like ears.retreat to your pack of coyotesand tell them of how i growled back:of how i snapped at your heels as you fled.
The KillThe Killblank/free5-22-114 stanzasrotting meat attracts my attention,spoiling in the heat of the afternoon.a deer stag, once strong and alive,lies beneath the jaw of a feline beast.her fangs drip with its blood: warm,and her eyes glow a villainous gold.my mouth waters, for i need a tasteof the sweet muscle of a dead champion.my paws are light on soil: so cool and still.the lioness, sun-drenched and spiteful,touches no part of her successful kill.my heart sinks as i watch it: uneaten, wasted.after slim forethought, i lunge, my fangs bared.claws and teeth clash to fur: our battle begins.meanwhile, the carcass rots in daylight's heat.nor a mouth or stomach will fill with satisfaction.