The Night is Cold and Bleak

The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses

that explore the mysteries of love,

shattered humanity, life, and 

a fling 

with Death.

 

I hunger

 

I hunger for things that have a soul

If you have one, I will eat you... 

 

I know a woman

who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two

of poetry

 

I also know a man

who dances, naked

in moonlight

with the ghost

of his beloved

 

I ate them.

 

I hunger for things that have a soul

and I am starving

 

Because when I show

the world

a beautiful

red rose

they only

see

the thorns.

 

I killed myself

I killed myself

a thousand times

in fiction

so that

I could face

this life

without losing

my Soul.

With her arms crossed

With her arms crossed behind her back

trapped in a pillowcase,

she was a candle in the night

"Write a poem on me" she said

and I obeyed, very carefully

First, with my lips, then

with my tongue, I wrote

slowly on her canvas

while she held me with her eyes –

eyes that spread out like branches

touching the biggest stars

More luminous than the evening,

I tore the night to pieces

and dipped into her soul

"Be gentle" she whispered with a sigh,

like a soft flower to the moon

while I continued to contemplate the fire,

burning her secrets with my desire

With my lips replete with her kisses

and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,

she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth

to the sun blazing in her body

I pressed her cheek against the pillow

and watched her melting, with every thrust

The sheets, wet and swollen,

wild with dreams

She whimpered, crying

tears of the moon –

yet she was glowing

We died that night

We died that night

when I sank

deep

into her arms

and drowned,

she held my hand

to the other side

of life.