You

Kissed me and said
you loved the way I taste

Fucked me and ran away
saying it wasn't what
you thought
I thought
anyone thought

It was

The pheromones
the white nights
the black magic

In my eyes as dark as
the heart of the woods

On the pink tip
of my silver tongue

(it's not forked as you say it is)

Do you still hold my candle?

Remembering your nails
rending my back
diamonds etching
the man of glass...
your fire still lights
my ever-night,
if you could see it--
with eyes sewn shut
by your own
practiced hand

The fire--
or the last sunset

Faces in a green
emerald lake fade
and are ghosts
dancing under glass

You kissed me and
told me you loved
the way I made it real
without pain
without hesitation
without fear for the
inevitable
loss

I'm waiting...
watching your light
dance away like
fireflies in October

I loved your every way.

...

Did I ever know you?


I am the worst blogger ever for not letting you guys know that I'm OK. Things are hectic and worse, but I'm alive. That counts for something.

I hope to see you all soon, but I'm not sure when. I still have much to do this weekend so I won't be around. Believe me, I miss the days when I could blog away the hours and write. And just as much as writing, I miss hearing all the familiar voices I've come to know. I'll reacquaint myself with you all soon enough.

Peace out.