Wednesday, December 23, 2009

c'est la vie, ma cherie

Her skin is as soft
As newly-blown glass.
Her touch,
However light,
Makes my hand ignite,
And sets my heart ablaze.

There's love on her lips;
A love so sweet that
All the forces of this Earth
Could not stop me from
Chasing that dream.

If the world ends tonight,
Goes to darkness from light,
I wish to hold you once more;
Two souls breathing as one,
As we sail into the sun.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

scalded

Fire on her lips,
She satisfies my appetite;
Freezing my heart,
And filling my ear
With flame.

With this hypocritical pen
I speak,
And with these accusing fingers
I scream,
"Humanity!", who hath
Wrought her cruel vengeance
On my soul.

You ask why I harden myself
To you; I just want you to feel.
The pangs of constant disappointment,
The daily corrosion of my faith,
The harmless mutilation of my heart,
Everything.