It is like one last sigh -

a warm breath before
the chill of winter,

trees singing before they rest,
the earthy fragrance of golden fields,

our hands still naked with no gloves,
the gentle swish of raking leaves,

voices ebbing as the days grow darker
before life falls into a still slumber

as December spreads herself over
the earth, like a maternal blanket.

By the blood moon's light
Over the window sill
He crept; a shadow of darkness
Master of chaos and fright

Molten-esque breath against my neck
Shivers plummeting down my spine
Glowing eyes that hypnotize
Behind honey-glazed vocals saying I'll be fine

Sliding his hand behind my head
Twisting strands of hair around crooked finger tips
Quivering with anticipation, I fell into a trance
His other hand pulling me into his hips

To the day,
I saw you,
For the first time.

I would go back.
And,make sure,
I looked in another direction.

I fantasize,
Maybe, that day,
I was stuck,
In traffic.

Maybe,
I took a different way to work.

Now,my Love,for you
Is etched on my soul
My body
....yeah,those times,you beat me,
Still ache.

Was,I,Ever,Enough?

When you kick me.
When you punch me.
Are you actually trying,to fix me?

Dreams of dragons in the cliffs
caves of stone to cool their hearts
Burnished scales of copper hue
reflect light of morning's start

The smell of leather trappings
raw and bloody breakfast meat
Cries of wake up my lords and ladies
feel their warm and generous heat

Smell the musty scent of oils
feel the saddle leather
Listen for the "Riders up"
whatever is the weather

Under the guise of loving eyes, he came.
Softening me with smiles that flattered
Honey stained lips that chattered
Of new and brighter days

Take my hand, he said with a grin
Enjoy life's twists and spins
There is nothing more to fear
For I'll always be near

Even when you want to run
And life with me has lost its fun
When the mask has fallen,
In the end, it's my name you're callin'

It started with the batting of an eye
A voice that made the heart skip
Touches that made pheramones drip
Spurned into a vicious lie

Slide the blade across your throat
That was all she wrote
Your name in blood
Amidst a sanguine flood

Drawn from the knives left in her back
After all your sneak attacks
Lying lips get far worse than stitches
Next will be all your snitches

Ring around the Roses
Pocket full of Poses
Your body's turned to ashes
Lit it up with gasoline and matches

Here I sit
Lost inside my head
Wrapped around a blanket
Of existential dread

There's no way out; I've lost my faith
In everything but you; I hold dear
In your arms; there's nothing left to fear
I'll see you again between roses and razor blades

If I told you that I love you
Would it even matter
The blood's beginning to spatter
Hold me as I fade into the abysmal darkness

The clock whispers
the seconds.

My heart speaks nearly
in the same rhythm.

Two separate poems ~
resting together.

"The haunting, hunted kind..."
~ Pilot's Dream

I dreamed I met a little boy.
A most amazing child.
He smiled at me, but didn't speak a word.
The wind was all I heard.

I followed him down a crowded alley,
filled with scowls and empty stares.
He walked among the wicked and the vile,
the endless mercantile.

Suddenly, there came
a howling, bitter rain.
The child reached out his arms
and smiled at me again.

The crowds cowered to run,
the cleansing had begun.

She has the prettiest little face,
She has the cutest nose
But most of all the bits I love
Are her wriggly little toes.