Lust

As these broken pieces fake
A corporeal lip lock to waste away
Oh dear mother, did I cut you today?
Did your lips bleed,
Because of the sharp greed?
Did I cut too far too deep,
Into the zest of your lusty needs?

These kisses like broken glass grow
Tearing away ignominy below
Oh dear lord, why do I fear?
When you have meant this to be
Across this sweaty mire.

Tell us oh good one,
Where would we be?
If not for Eve’s lusty need?

Tell us oh good one,
Where would we be?
If you fight this feeling, refuse to breed!

By the windowed cell would we wean
One by one, lost with nothing to give.
Without this lust, this corporal need,
Will we be around, to see thee bleed?
Will we be around, to see thee bleed.

Footprints in the desert.

My footprints grew weary today
They too wish to leave my day
I heard them whispering to my shadow
Which too weaned away by sundown

The air became heavy with loom
Weaved by the loss of your words
I clamped my bloody foot across
The cold sun burnt sands of the night

Waiting to believe the lies told
The moon sat behind a veil
Of your pristine clouds
As its reflection rippled away
In the stillness of my mind.

Separation stood still, it dint bleed
As much as your memory did.

Sun rose with a hundred crackling
Thoughts that burned my soul
Encumbered with endless memories
I still walk.

I, still.

Walk.

On your shoulder lay I

The night blurred into existence
As our lips once locked looked away
Your dark skin upon mine sprang
Into a thousand questions, why?
Why did we meet in ways we
Couldn’t in our own heads comprehend?
Why in that broken lip lock
I felt eternity yet lost a friend?
Why do I doubt its reality when I can,
See what it has done to you and me?
Is this lust? Am I pure?
Is this distance pining to endure?
Why am I lost when you are no more
By my side, but yet am lost inside
When on your shoulder lay I