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How at ease in misery you smiled sweetly--sweat moans into his clavicle no one envied you, lecherous laughter echoing inside the valley of rocks we tread over my thighs under your palm I wanted to be there by the fire shrouded under thick skins of responsibility. Thought I could swallow you into the darkness washed away like 2 tabs licked clean yet on you pressed inside the tux pulsing in my throat rode up not mistaken for the taking same stirring face numb pull-press on supressed.     --Not like you my madame--leave        temptation for the brass-- But to lament the day you see would be regret.

When the hair has been displaced Its follicles remain Tiny holes where darkness now resides Always—nothing she envisions will happen Not enough time Like buffalo— The memory of their population shakes the earth Creating seamless fault lines Saline falls into the torn veins of her limbs Drips in pointless descent When the bag shrivels she too is already The color of ash Scabs disappear into fish scales The cough sheds like fish scales Pain in the sockets Throbs Overhead the fluorescents murmur   They are being shocked Aggressors move along every cell In her body like snakes In their tunnels they advance to the pockets

Turn—not a speck—the faucet on her spotless hide. Nothing possible to melt away—lamenting soap. Went a day, less than with more than sweat to stale machine- washed slacks—stopped to iron in a never-rot-away formaldehyde smile. He put the Chardonnay down Synthia's throat—shot out of the cork,  food group the only, sloshes under the cabinet's drain with meds—twice a day. You're killing your father! "Perhaps on Wednesday"—Synthia, "Its just today, perhaps I'll bathe alone." Screw you—furious soap. "Love shouldn't be medicated,"—Synthia. Watered as you are, flowers thrive, but at least they've dirt to scrub—envious soap. "Me for

The scent of your cologne drifts across my face like a warm breeze through the cold evening desert air. It elevates my senses like opium for the masses- you, my poppy seed. I feel it, smooth and edgy, whispering to me when you are not there. Your aroma has sought permanent refuge inside my soul- adopted into me. It is thick, musty, yet electric, like lightening striking the earth after the storm has passed, disrupting the tranquility of the freshly scrubbed grass, melting everything into a thick crimson clay. Cellars ripe with your essence, cool cucumbers and Indian Spices; you are my favorite breath of chi tea. It swirls around me like the l

Blackened lungs And wasted breath No one to lift this haze from off of my face. Nothing makes sense in a fog such as this. No out reach do I percieve For what can truly be done In the lonesome hour of one? Not a thing. So sir, spill out your locusts onto my bosom And lust, lie with another And lover, spit in my face One more time. And the band plays on As the ship goes down. For this is their duty. Play your fiddle And play your sax. Your cheap and dirty sex. As corpses dance in the water around me. Panic stricken faces Swirling past my own In the haze.

Umbrellas in my arm Divert the pain Send it cascading To fall to the ground Safe and sound Tiny drops and long rivulets Patter about my feet Burning tunnels into the earth Down deep Crimson waterfalls Heading home Sliding down the fabric To a place unknown

I know the switch is on the wall All I need do is lift it But perhaps I prefer to sit in the dark Listening Waiting For the sound of your breath...

I thought I was standing infront of a door But it turned out to be a wall Unchanging, Imovable, Unyielding. I can paint your picture on it But you will never kiss back, No matter how hard I close my eyes. Blow after blow with my hammer Won't get through to you. You just hit back much harder, Underneath my surface. My frame is fine But you've cracked the foundation countless times Only to make your bed in another house. Leaving me caressing the wall With paintbrush in hand Once again.

You aren't like me are you? Indifference flows through your veins like ink It bubbles underneath your pale skin Only to cleanse you of companions. He who walks alone will have his own hand to hold. So drift along Sleep where your head may fall. Awake to a new dawn, Grey with possibilities The cold The lustful The lonely All reaching out to you; Their lost soulmate. Cracked fingers And broken bones Take you into their cold embrace. He who needs shelter underneath these hungry bodies Lies with the dying soul until daybreak.

Stones Stones in her mouth Down her throat Down to the bottom Solid Grey Shapeless, Hate. Eyes open staring up at an empty sky above. Through the turbid water her gaze is met A final rendevous And a farewell kiss in the night. She swallows hard Heavy Down she sinks For another day...