Pianos and butterfly kisses

I will be the butterflies that tickles in your stomach  in the middle of your wet dream. I lightly flutters my wings against the white and  obsidian keys that is your ribcage.  And sigh as your sighs makes the the notes to my gentle  melody, dulcet and lethargic in tempo.

-Charles Bukowski

If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

-Charles Bukowski

The awakening moments of vibrancy

She wakes to yellow light breathing on her skin from cracked doors.

The ethereal hues half captures her attention.

White noise drowns the other half. 

She listens as the tilt bed gushes to the ceiling, about the

lovely intertwined colors under its blankets. 

Her silver shines vibrant and erogenous as neon sex in a window.

Emollient scents the sheets and perspiration licks her flesh,

With redolent perfume and vibrants moments she drifts back to sleep

The the

Red robin, Red robin

you are so lovely with your

violent red blushing breast,

sharp and pointed

eyes that, gleamed like

metal in the sun reflecting

off morning dew.

Standing proudly with

your vivacious red chest

radiating. Perched with

pride on a branch outside

my windowpane as if

saying look at me world!

Look at me while I stand

and extol trills of good mornings.

O! sweet Red Robin

while you did look

brilliant you appear

so much more alive

through the scope of

my Beretta 92FS BB

gun, at 4:49 a.m.

seconds before I

pulled the

trigger. 

Mots dans la matinée

Sinking in purgatory between the
witching hour and the suns awakening.
I am not sorry for the wandering of my
soul, nor the slow enlightening of
the moon light across my ceiling.
My soul is a soul that shifts, restlessly
inside their minds, searching for my other.
Within seconds I am a moiety without a body in
between 5:22 and betwixt 6:56. After shifting
through Merlot wine bottles I collect the
sleep from my eyes, pour them into the hour
glass, and give cheers to the being sitting
behind the moon. Minutes burn and hours chase
the weariness away, heightening my awareness.
But still seeing blurred faces and feeling hands as I
sink into purgatory between and betwixt
the witching hour and the suns awakening.

3:49 AM Skygazer

You dont know her 

untill you've seen her at 3:49 am.

Watch her stare across the Sky's body

Settled on the Earth

and lost in space of the Night's eyes

Do you know how to relate to her as she confides to the stars? Because who eles is there to speak with? The stars and the moon is a constant in her life and always will be. Unlike the lovers and friends that are vibrant and warm in her presence but poignant and cruel with the absense. 

Do you know now why she cries? Her fate as all other humans is to live passionate and exciting but quick lives. Love quickly, cry quickly, smiles, dance, embrace, praise, and encourage quickly. Can moments spent in her loneliness be truly understood by others and can anyone but a loner truly understand what it is like to be a star? 

What it is to be a fuck up.

Cunning and emotionally destructive with lies thick like honey. Too sweet to resist. We cant even restrain ourselves. But it is especially alluring to the newly made butterflies, who unlike us is not used to the flith. Whom are the easiest to corrupt. We fuck up are addictives, the glorfied heroine and drunken escapes of the gutter world.

Free Falling

Her world is a flat surface, curious feet always seem to take her to the edge. Counting each black and white tile at her zenith. Keep your sunshine she say. I want to be the rain, because while afriad of heights, i dont mind the fall just as along as I am not falling alone.

But until you come she will stand at the edge.

Union of the Tress

Before you fall in love, you see the other person as a bare branch; as you fall, you coat him or her with jeweled attractions about 80 percent of your own making.

My bare branches
enlongates towards the
sky. Praises are hidden within
my petals at the possibility
to grow. I wish to flower
your being. Grow as a
your bark
to warm
us during
the snow
storms.