The Night is Cold and Bleak

The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses

that explore the mysteries of love,
shattered humanity, life, and 

a fling 

with Death.

I hunger

I hunger for things that have a soul

If you have one, I will eat you... 

I know a woman

who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two

of poetry

I also know a man

who dances, naked

in moonlight

with the ghost

of his beloved

I ate them.

I hunger for things that have a soul

and I am starving

Because when I show

the world

a beautiful

red rose

they only

see

the thorns.

I killed myself

I killed myself

a thousand times
in fiction
so that

I could face

this life

without losing

my Soul.

With her arms crossed

With her arms crossed behind her back
trapped in a pillowcase,
she was a candle in the night

"Write a poem on me" she said
and I obeyed, very carefully
First, with my lips, then
with my tongue, I wrote
slowly on her canvas
while she held me with her eyes –
eyes that spread out like branches
touching the biggest stars

More luminous than the evening,
I tore the night to pieces
and dipped into her soul
"Be gentle" she whispered with a sigh,
like a soft flower to the moon
while I continued to contemplate the fire,
burning her secrets with my desire

With my lips replete with her kisses
and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,
she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth
to the sun blazing in her body

I pressed her cheek against the pillow
and watched her melting, with every thrust
The sheets, wet and swollen,
wild with dreams

She whimpered, crying
tears of the moon –
yet she was glowing

We died that night
We died that night

when I sank
deep
into her arms
and drowned,
she held my hand
to the other side
of life.