Synestia

We were drunk with each other's colors
And only pitch whiteness broke us apart
In a complete mess of beauty

We settled for less
until we could barely see each other
the only thing that you left showing me was light
when i was intrigued by your dark side

we finally were consumed by the light
as it happened it reminded me of you
and that was the warmest feeling
i could have hoped for before the long night

....

it's a sweet wine with a headache in the morning

every touch you give me
is a church burning
god does not love what we do
but he adores you.
like myself
i turn into a saint, a heathen a non believer an agnostic
the only way I wash to the shore is between your thighs
and the only way i finish my thoughts is if i hear your voice
the storm you create leaves nothing untouched.
like myself.

.....

My bones have holes
Like your soul has
Made of pieces bolts and bobs
We invite another day to sweep the floors

Here's your mop, here's your bucket
Time to rock and roll, kid.

.....




i tip-toe through the dark alley
it's filled with puddles of water and mud
and dark mist surrounds every discovery
behind every corner we forget we ever been here
i find what I look for because it is in front of my eyes
not a very ambitious way to forget myself in your work
but better than be melded into forms and shapes
that by morning you can find at each corner
......

We are not a species of cowards.
We grow up and then we grow down
Like all great civilizations
Our flaws undermined us from the very start, we became lax even with our qualities
All things come to an end, but this is not the place for that kind of pessimism.