Where all the dust has stayed

The body of a soul, limp and warm,

resting on him as he is Atlas,

holding the earth above his shoulders.

Thoughts laden with nostalgia access 

the eyes of innocent spectators 

not knowing how to live in his world.

Thrown about from the back to a string,

the body dangles and leaks with life

into the dust of my stomping grounds. 

Yet again another sacrifice 

and all the trappings shoved down my throat 

while our soulless beings lay down.

So wearing the armor he gave me,

now renders my memory anew,

as light returns to the eyes

so shrouded in shades of you. 

All of his captures in sudden end 

are a life bestowed from him to I -

to now live in his clandestine world 

swept away all that piled atop

a psyche mechanically ingrained 

to take a death as the final stop. 

The body of a soul passes down

to the ground where all the dust has stayed.

Bury Blood

Obstruct, oh Little soul, bury blood,

cascading down his face, touch by touch,

hands rise, caressing to occasion.

Take his spirit from the lively flesh 

that dances before this elation 

so lust is no more unrequited. 

Tossed and turned, torn and built up to you,

the fortress in a forest in him -

gone cold, solstice, hopes to be reborn. 

Taken down, stone for a limb by limb,

let a fountain of life stream outwards,

as bound blood brothers of may stay up.

Given the least resistant path shared,

make treacherous the force to be had,

raise the hand wet should the life leak out. 

Look fear in the face - drive yourself mad. 

For time is the essence of the life you crave,  

the leaking of the damned, fort in drought.

To now stand between these ancient walls,

sheds light upon him and the view 

that the heart is no matter of love 

but merely a systematic coup 

that sustains the belief that we pledge 

to human constraint or bury blood.

Into

I would make my light a salt skin kiss -

place it across yours so that if he would float

o’er naval waters till I steep in remiss.

Maybe one night I may for I’d lush and wander into me alone 

before my pleasures took me for feeling my home - 

a hearth ablaze in flames when I adore -

such a man, molten clay.

When he said I want you to enjoy yourself - 

how I would I stutter - drown in my harbor - 

dark to the bottom where I pain myself. 

Yet below the water I’ll find a different kind of passionate pearl -  

keeping to myself in this hiding place - 

a flickering - down there - pools and whirl - 

spiraling - sunken mer. 

Permanent Blue

I'll thereafter be wearing permanent blue. 

Sewn sky clothes - cuff to wrist -  a fond fair face flush. 

A heart reverberation - attached to skin

arisen in the air - dioxide blood rush.

Without you I heave no oxygen - no breath 

in the phrases from you I longed to witness. 

They bear a weightless fashion - invisible. 

So I’ll drench soundless - inked - navy negligence. 

You left a light above - my eyes are swimming 

in ambient alchemy - gracing my gaze. 

A spring iris convex - a hex that you bestow. 

Watch them bloom in your direction - lit ablaze.

Invert and ultraviolet - the veil opens 

before me - a portal to your paradise. 

Too high to touch - I lower my barren hands 

believing they once held you - white lies.

This bittersweet reality bares its face. 

I unravel myself in realization. 

All of the threads you tied to my sentient cell 

cast away - a stitch in time tessellation. 

All the words that evermore never were there. 

No matter - I felt their false fragility - 

assured to be allured - demure forgery.  

Alone - azure in attire you made me.

Unconscious Creature

While your still cool eyes remain vacant 

and your head lain - unconscious creature -

I will take leave in so slight patience - 

merely disappear into ether. 

And in your sleep - if I shall saunter - 

I let leave a trail of my entrails 

as I trace my lorn feet and fingers

on the ground of your soft sunken braille.

The life in me drips in reflections 

whirling deep in retention of you -

light lune of masterful inception -

sulk deeply in your fever dream dew . 

These hallucinations lay and steep -

wordless and in one thousand visions 

a storm alive inside the amber sleep -

the mirror of your fire enchantment. 

Droideka

To lay in between a kinetic consciousness 

and submerge sentience in capitulation 

renders a void of violence - into I’ll collapse.   

While my woes form amor in crystallization -

I cave and emerge anew - a foil fetus

ebony and oil - vehement profusion.

Consume what lays beyond this heavy cavity -

let light constellate these sore static motions 

as my cogs evolve - melt in depravity -

lead me to the edge of the earth and I’ll fall in -

dismembered and obsolete - drowned in oceans

from the gravity of this appetence to breathe.

A simulation of stimulation unravels -

a body reverberate - subject of the whirl. 

I contract asphyxiated - alone in travel

to a white nu-world where all my darkness uncurls 

and festers deep within this cage of enamel - 

a spiral of your loss in the shape of a girl.

I am but an encryption of emergency -

a stark surface - cool and drenched - saturated ink - 

the implosive product ever anthropocene - 

a tool you employ to solidify the brink 

of your desolate destruction - martyr machine -

a maligne manifesto for the ways you sink.