IN-Complete

how that crroked smile

burns through every bone of mine!

smoldering till their shallow depths.

i can't breathe.

rather, i forget to!

the crippling sensation that accompanies

your every breath,

your every move,

your every stance.

its like honey-

served on the most appealing platter.

i want to grimace.

grimace at the impact you have.

grimace at your undaunted perfection.

grimace at my helplessness...

but i AM helpless...

helpless, even to grimace!

you don't leave me alone.

why doesn't that bother me?

i'd rather be dumb

than to stop thinking of you.

now, why doesn't THAT surprise!?!

i'm obsessed!

over- possessed!

you're seeded in me-

like a pebble in a riverbed.

you're interwoven-

like serpents entwined together.

you're the flow-

like the crimson running in me.

you're the substance.

and me- your particle.

you're the harmony

and me- your chords...

at your mercy.

on your behest.

you're the rehab

and my only addiction!!!

C.R.U.M.B.L.E.D...

its before me -in ruins-

the pieces of what i am.

broken, pallid and fondled,

it slumbers in washed moonlight.

like a mishap, its haunted

by ghosts of nostalgia.

it stands before me -in pain-

My Crumbled House...

its before me -in luminescence-

the stabs of the "had to".

its the gallows of austere

tinted with the hues of groans.

the high soothing of regret

creaking like unnerved crickets.

it stands forth me -in despair-

My Crumbled Refuge...

its before me -broken-

the plasters exposed.

the hinges, on last of their worth,

holding the naked doors.

the skeleton exposed to shame

the sullen skin uprooted.

it still stands for me -in nudity-

MY CRUMBLED HOME...

into ME....

the pale wash of moonlight,

illuminating my accustomed darkness.

staggered, it is, with some desire!

paving its way to subtle recesses

like the ghosts of my fantasies,

the cradle of stupor baby me.

carrying me to basements of charms,

the broken wisps of unsure surety.

i grip to the shreds of my control

as we reach the place that's ours.

the place i chose for us to be,

the place- last of my exhausting soberity.

under the canopy of roses,

their black tints groping a blush!

the waters turning precious-

a silver blade, heaving a rush.

you plunge even deeper

and i accompany, 'of habit.

we rise in maddening drench.

panting, as a cornered rabbit.

your rhythm is mine- a soaring sky.

like mine is yours- a playful frisby.

pallid like these undying ripples,

you grow profound in me...

HESITATE...

no philanthropist disguised,

he's stark obvious in his needs.

with cold talons gripping me,

he prepares for his ritual.

his paleness glows in the dark.

the eyes smolder my weakness.

as if an angel dropped from above-

the only difference is of devastation!

the purple skies- a weak omen.

for the beatification is imminent.

i decant the last remanents-

the leftover of my guts-

upon the angelic skin of your feet.

please, hesitate before you grope.

please, hesitate before you devour.

your devout prey, in shambles forth you,

appeals for some hesitation in judgement.

Pray! save me not, though!

i've wanted it for so long now.

its already too late for the delay.

i see the dripping cyanide fill

that would soon undo me.

it tastes saccharine, the last memory.

preceding the death of what i am...

WiTch....?!?

in a happy house,
they sit like peals of orange.
in their own distant worlds,
obligated to harden.
she tenses to a sprint,
her contrite disguise.
whatever she demands,
has met its demise.
blazing flames consume.
her pixie resolve waver.
she turns to the cross
and crucifies her body.
spilling blood in drains.
her pleasure mountain high;
"Your Jehovah is LOST!
Bleeding crimson from your skies!"
her voice is muffled, low.
they won't even turn to hear.
beautiful in paint,
her insides lurch.
perished and so wasted,
pain won't come to her.
the agony won't go.
she waits for Lucifer.
drop by drop she drains.
tear by tear she laughs aloud.
like an impaled corpse alive,
like a zombie devout.
they just look at her.
see her drip the blood, colored.
they gather haystacks to burn.
"Fate", the witch incurs...
she can't even moan.
she won't even cry out loud.
she won't even yell.
how she loves to die about!
"its strange", they think.
it IS strange, it seems.
its stranger than the strange.
how a strangeness redeems!!

naive

he spears like a dagger
through the core of my being.
i wait for me to heal
but he strikes again.
the wound should hurt,
but it doesn't.
instead, the perfume hits.
like a garden of freesias.
the racing wind in its galleries,
burn me with desire,
instead of soothing,
instead of cooling.
i'd rather stray than be controlled
but he's so distant.
like a far-off meteor
he's unbearably sensual
in a way that hurts.
his charms beyond bounds.
he smolders like Lugosi.
his eyes like dying embers
alight with a kindled fire.
of a lifetime of gravity.
he smells like an Archangel,
no mercy upon any naivete.
the churns inside,
i'm glad,
are not just felt by me!!

have BEEN!

you are the gray clouds
that hide my sun;
the flash of ire
that soothes my burn;
the agony
that rips me apart;
the arrival
that soon departs.

you are the bliss
that stings my eyes;
the aurora
that blazes my skies;
the faint sheen of dazzle
upon my blindness;
a low, harsh whiplash
upon my kindness;
the consummating murk
in my meadows of gore;
the blood lust
in seduction of your lure.

and for all this,
it just goes unseen,
the pain and pleasure together-
BEAUTIFUL!
as YOU've been....

the sprint

together we rip apart,
for the dense fog that's shining,
for the alabaster sun...
for the wind so close to whining...
their beating hearts in our hands
beheaded corpses' floor
beneath the haunted lores,
we shimmer to be known.
purple venom bites,
their impaled skins white
whatever minds they held,
now are ruining the dungeon slime.
safer place to be,
in the mist of green.
the blue so hazy now
like a sheet of glee.
another twilight drowns.
the albino freed.
in the depths of lust
of a sensual greed!
roaming in tired steps,
the alien never meant to be.
ceasing in timelessness.
worse than the souls
stuck in pathways;
the believers of an untamed prophecy.