Back to when your bright, tinder eyes
stimulated the syllables to seep from my lips.
the current of lust shocked my lips.
Addicted to the taste- we lock.
You untangled my hair and pulled me closer,
your other hand traced my jaw and stroked down.
Warming up, neck tilted and tickled.
I shake my head.
A nocturnal songster whistles through the air.
I cut off my own ears in hope of some silence
but the torrent of white noise, with the piercing chorus, still rattles.
I thought that the bitter shower would wash away
the trodden paths in my mind.
Scalp-scratching and scouring my skin crimson -so raw- to strip the stress.
Terror bleeding from my skull and contouring my fragile frame,
flushed through the plug-hole.
Feeling frozen, I trembled into bed.
The thin fold of skin scratched my dry eyes
and the scars on my cornea altered an ugly collage
into something much more cursed.
A faceless shadow crawled across the ceiling
to laugh in the face of anxiety.
His animated eyes are bulging with anticipation:
playtime; attention; food!
His distinct smell cuddles up to my nose and wriggles inside my nostrils.
His ears perk and his charming head snaps
a little to the right.
He falls to the ground, whimpers and scrubs his skull-
he is just too much.
My mind is lubricated
with the wine of thought-
it seeps pleasure
and craves empty bottles.
The tornado of infinite joy
licks the glass
like an overzealous lover.
When the glass becomes dry
the pirates’ wife comes out to play.
She teases my lips,
numbs my throat
then contaminates my cadaver
with her black, spicy spirit.
Her whisper is a
clap of thunder
and captures me
like a grapnel
as I become squiffy
and load the gun walls.
I gave you the stars, you passed me a rose.
I told you a story, you sighed.
I listened to you and your tangled worries and waited for you to listen to mine.
I’m neglected and you’re still aching.
I can’t extricate the bonds
but I promise you that
I’ll always be patient.
That caffeine high.
insert creative fuel
seduce my delusional heart.