zebrasindenver

the child of your chaotic maelstrom

gives me clarity to see

the love of my life

that your skin deep beauty

shall never be

a beautiful evening come night

on the greens of the mountain

in the arms of two lovers

and in their hearts i shall sleep deeply

and tomorrow

the chaos again

shall reign

and then in the evening of the green mountain

i shall lie free

you are such a child in your state of tantrum

in your reply to no getting what you are wanting

you cannot be blissfully pleased

in the simple gesture

that is wanting you in sleep

and as you react

i shall leave for the last time

child

hear the word no

Some read history to find a place and a meaning

some read novels to escape and live another life

there are those that read romance to love another

but those who read poetry

they read it to understand themselves

and they write it even so more that others will

understand each other

and to be understood

by themselves

no eyes

no teeth

just the sound of my body

the touch of your breasts against fragile fingers

and the blood rushing to the head

that is eyeless

that is lips hiding a toothless grin

that would bite if it could the fragile hide

that is your youthful error

strike that one from the books

mark it up as a loss

it was meant to be love after all

the devil loses

and there are cheers of joy in the chambers of angels

you run your nails down the back of a devil

his soul blackened with the idea of destroying your body

making you sweat and come to the end of the world

where you will lie broken and soulless

having touched the heat of hell and the  softness of the heavens

in the mouth of a daemon

the body of a god

and the cold black soul

of lucifer himself

label this love and charge me whatever it costs

i have money and heart that i can pay you with

one is never broke if they are simply

purely and openly

broken

such a child in a wolfs skin

such a wolf in the heart of man

but the child is scared

and the wolf

 but a wolf

is wanting such heart of a child

the lightening rattles the bones of the sleeping city

and the city replies with sleep