onesnzeros

If you had a heart you would throw me a line. With which to escape your gaze and surface it's twin pools of warm brown depths. But all the same, play the sadist and make it a strand of barbed wire or a vine of briers For I do not hasten to leave though the promise of pain might convince me to stay, yet it hold captive my soul and lay it to waste.

I had a dream and we were flying, there was no Earth, there were no clouds there was only sky, and you, and I we were at peace we were in fun we shot through space, outshining the sun left wayside Grace and took on none just you and I, broke off what tied set forth and freed a love once blind by many moons in many days our passion grew in many ways and so we came upon a room, a door to where? To step inside do we foolishly dare? In, encountering evil, jealousy, sin In, with lies, accusations, and feelings akin experiencing all so begins our fall Drifting away, falling away hearts once a part now go on astray collapsing

As breezes blow through open windows Leaves twist and fall Loose strands of brown hair dance These hands like combs corral them all. The Sunday sun sets aglow the white linen drapes In brown eyes, black pupils dilate. Robins trumpet the day with a sweet reveille As shafts of sun alight on a mouth agape A cattish yawn near completion, Lips stretching to smile My fingers trace circles Down the length of her back Until they reach the boundaries of sheets, Then they slowly trace back. Morning kisses, light and airy Rival and make seem anchors The wings of butterflies And fairies.

Under a red lace dress on a body crowned by a golden tress dinosaurs and black hearts rest. Hidden in the blue shadows of the ornamental lights I sneak flashes, glimpses of skin caught through slashes of shifting fabric as she reaches for the top shelf scotch. Around the semi-circle bar sit bodies weary their souls reflection shown by attire the abscence of color enveloping all light but for the space near her. In a glass-walled room, the smoke still lingers and traces sweet nothings around a glowing cigarette clutched in delicate, ivory fingers. But as every Autumn leaf must fall each drinking soul must heed last call part