Pestilence

wrapped in a synthetic vine
unconscious of an impending shed
tears resonate deep within it's climb

Sepulture

crumbled teeth remain
in a mouth once known
pulverized
by the rib of a mother's cage
worms infiltrate joyfully
playing with ash
and the dirt of their decay

Veil

translucent
I am clothed
by my confinement
covered by a thin veil
of isolation

tapping
pale pink fingers
collide with keys
typing out maps of existence
and tearing the paper of mankind
in this microcosm of a word defined

Untitled

In the fabric of dreams

lies the torn pages of lust

delicately knitted

and digested by the pores

of obscenity.

Rotation

I rotate around the sun

climbing

only not really climbing

but clinging

to an orbital wave

that rises gracefully 

and twirls upon the stars.

Awakening

in the corner of one breath
pink branches reach out
towards the center
examining a trance
that flutters quietly
beyond an understanding
of exactly what was
or where it was born

Snowflake

A wintery mix bites

tingling my tongue

I am tied by it's sting

caught in the web of a snowflake.

La Lune

Crescent chill encircles shoulder blades,

translucent and desperate
to identify the moon of the moment.

Winter

brushed by a burnt sky
we will burn together

in the plaster of a cold gail
pounding upon our breasts

with the charms of the afternoon chill
and enchanted voices

we rest with the souls of winter