My eyes follow
your nude form
in front of the
old newspaper
and
charcoal sketchings
I've used to decorate the walls.
I wonder if we give
a show to the
grayscale
stories and pictures
when we -
the shifting colors of the room -
make love.

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I do alright alone,
And better together,
But I do very poorly when semi-together.

In soitude, I do much,
In love I do more,
But in doubt I only transfer pain to paper
in gigantic passion plays complete
with miracles and martyrs
and crucifixions and resurrections.

Come to stay
or
stay away.

This series of passion poems
is becoming a heavy cross to bear.

But I have a burning desire.

She made her way to the quaint park ( Read more... )

I am in an interesting mood.

I would lie in the pouring, pouring rain.
And to walk endlessly in the streets.
My heartbeat merging with traffic.
Crawl around like it was normal.
Scream my lungs out.
To fuck on the forest floor.

I just want to celebrate living.
In the oddest, most obscure fashion.
To live like I’m not living.

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