Gambling

Throbs of pain pulse under the sweat. Finding her muse in little bottle of white unmarked tablets. Lost were the thoughts of only a vaccine not a cure. But it was too late for numbness has already started to take a slow delicious affect.

Tears were unaware, the bastards they always were. Until the face feels the fall of something slippery and wet. Who would give in and wipe them off? The mind and the heart were taking bets never will they be able to get along.

And the winner is-

A bottle of vodka.
The failing liver claps the loudest and sings the victory song.

looking glass

touching a nose to her cheek,
affection of still lingering lips on skin
eyes looking and finding what they seek
my lover, heart, friend, family and sin.

Noose

I whispered goodbye
To the one who caressed my affection
Misty eyes heard the sad note
Hanging today is a thief at the gallows
She the pretty Robin who stole the Queens heart
As the rope tightens around her neck
All I can think about is my lipstick kiss
Place right under the naval
And when the trap door releases our stare
I cry as she falls but not before saying...

Long live my Queen

Gray secrets

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible

Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles

Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple

The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible