The Hearth

crushed skulls

Slit wrists

Bathroom floors

Kitchen tiles

Black and white

1600 speed

Fly away twice as fast

nonsensicle

how can you have 

Love of creating 

and Fear of doing it 

Scared of what comes next, 

too dark

How does

A  sun so bright

Burn so cold?

Sink so low?

into these caves 

Of  cement mixer minds

Fixed between bricks

Stuck in the mortar 

still cant see the wall 

only the cracks

Of a single brick

4pm light that strikes

 a beam of crystalized gold

perfection Lucifer cant reach

but she’s still there

tiger’s temptress

bare skin tones

textures of deep red

blood for passion

for anger for depth

i cant reach metaphors

 past my own head

it’s just out

it’s not here 

not theirs nor mine nor yours

my wrist aches

demons calling for a spar, 

 wearing lead gloves

bones break 

teeth crack

sex swallows

flying out of velvet blue skies

violet varnish on this moon beam

love that will never be

hands that won’t let go

of these callused cold hands 

Feeling your furnaced chest

Keep me warm