rain
Before the Rain comes
I don’t want to keep you a secret anymore
You’re my nicotine gum
Addictive in the best way
Everyone around us can see
The fire
Flickering between us
In brilliant auburn flames
Sex on the Stairs
The day ended with
Wet clothes
And Sex
On the Stairs
Pinned beneath his grinding hips
My spine bent back
Like a broken doll
Breathing
Slow and quiet
Hair draped over the steps
My golden coiled snakes
slithering around me
As the thunder boomed above
Shameless
This is how I like you best
Up close
With your breath on mine
I go back to this moment
When my demons are closing in
Leaning against that brick wall
Feeling shameless
Branded with hickies
Plastered like band aids
Worn proud like tattoos
Surrounded by rain water
Falling all around us
Rinsing out our open wounds
R.I.P Snails
Stepping over small causalities
Scattered in piles of gore
Rain lightly washing away the guts
Of the tiny beings
Did the murderous soles
Feel the loss of life beneath them?
I’m never in that much of a hurry
Wildflower
You believe in the sun
Even when it’s not shining
Don’t you?
Then you must believe in love
Even when it’s not present
Rain washes the hurt away
So that flowers can bloom again
And they always bloom again
But
You don’t see yourself as a flower
Do you?
Well you are
And not just an ordinary daisy or lilac
You’re a wildflower
Unique and beautiful
Planted in firmly like a sword
Storms may wear you down
But you will always come back to life
Stronger than before
And there will come a time
When no one
Will be able to keep their eyes off you
Because you’ll be shining
Brighter than the sun
And that’s when you’ll know
Love has found you once more
Heavy Hallow Hearts
I woke up early to the sound of birds falling dead off crumbling branches
Petrified blank beady eyes stare up at me now
With beaks stabbing up at a dreary sky
Stone Legs curled like mummified watchmen
My head hangs over them in angst
The rain won’t stop
Soon their puffy silk bodies will be drowned in gloom’s murky waters
The rain pellets soak my hair into slithery
Snakes that cry tears down my back
The birds had stopped singing weeks ago
The air got too thick for them I suppose, and I can empathize
When my smile took too much strength to carry, I stopped too
With the music and sun now gone
My bed is the only virtue
The Mystery Of M 