Changeling

Violent i have bled
a river from the head
a book i've never read
speaks volumes of it's father

changeling this is costly
you should have never crossed me
a dead girl walking softly
through minds ablaze a daughter

your math is a lie
a science that cannot die
as necessary as you and I
look closely and you'll spot her.

Lighthouse

Tendrils, your arms shot outward like mighty missiles headed home
as four fingers forward, mine, waved through the mist left behind
wishing i had never known
such despair.

two beacons, your eyes were beaming giants of the purest black light
searching me as you spoke to me, carefully following the vapor trail of
my longing
for touch.

a fog, a haze, a somehow better, more attractive state - my departure
i am the multitude of opportunities passed over, caught in the draft of your pulling away
and indifference
to love.

Alive outside

Darkness
evades
again
delays

infers
nothing
save
imaginary
days
everlasting.

Brown eyes - burning

The day my hand stopped moving was
the day i failed to meet you
so i cut a hole in the space before me
to craft a face as yours, a door, see

and i'd have you look upon me
while removing all surface meaning
so that you might see the real thing
that i am and not the loathing

pause

breathe in

begin again

exhaling, my hand a motion takes
untethered the past emotion fakes
a smile suggests an ocean breaks
a dam for brown eyes - burning.

Lover

Leaving was the strangest part
of my days with you, always
verging on the inevitable, recalling
each day, incredible, like a love song
reminding, how love could be blinding.