Full

 I guess I just want to feel full.

Full of life.

Full of love.

Full of passion.

Full of experience.

Full of adventure. 

Just full.

Much more full than I feel now...

In this moment. 

Mercilessly

I feel you,
My demon.
You're new,
Yet old.

You weigh on me,
Like poison,
And hold me down,
Paralyzing my body and soul.

Your hand,
Viciously enters my chest.
You aren't the slightest bit kind about it.

You grab my heart,
My core,
And squeeze, twist, and damage...
Mercilessly.

Shadows On The Wall

Alone,
A candle flickers across from me.
I watch the flame dance,
As she casts shadows on the wall.
She is a slave to the wick,
Yet she dances with a mind of her own.
No song- just the sounds of the silent night.

I close my eyes and I listen
My chest rises and falls with purpose.
I glance to my right,
A tree, so green, reminds me of home.
Funny though-
I've never felted attached to one place,
Like the flame to the wick,
Rather, I am the smoke.

I Rise.

La Tortura

She sings a Siren's song,
Whimsical and alluring.
Her eyes draw you in,
Promising and teasing.

She dances in the nights,
Her body taken by the moon.
La Tortura is her name,
A Lilith in the night.

Her light and darkness tango,
As she whispers, what seems to be your name.
Her hunger fed by power,
Insecurities shielded by fame.

La Tortura pulls you in,
As your voice begins to tremble,
Her touch sends chills right down your spine,
Her kiss, dangerous and addicting.
Your smile leaves emotions dissembled.

Lost at Sea

Sometimes I wonder,
If you remember what it's like,
To get lost in my love.

I feel like for years,
You've been lost at sea.

You're so worried about keeping your ship a float,
That you forget to enjoy the red sky at night,
The endless waves, and birds take flight.

For just a moment,
Close your eyes,
Let the salty kisses of the ocean brush your face,
Let the wild wind tussle your hair...

Get lost with me,
In my love,
Like we used to each night

Maybe, Just Maybe

Sometimes I wonder
If you lay awake and think of me...
If you simply stare at your ceiling at 3am with a half peeked smile,
Thoughts racing as you play memories,
And create fantasies.

Tempted to grab your notebook and write out all the things you're dreaming of...
But both too tired to move,
And also wanting to simply hang on to the pure thoughts...

Your playful imagination running wild.

And maybe,
Just maybe...
I'm laying awake, at 3am
Thinking of you too.

stolen kisses

What are stolen kisses in the night worth?
Are they worth the toll of the stars and the moon?
Of course.
Are they worth the song of a baby owl, mesmerized by the stillness of the night?
How sweet they taste,
As our dreams take flight.
I'll always cherish,
Stolen kisses in the night.