heeeeeybby

my dear
the truth is
honestly
stop talking.
do you love filtered perfection/protection?
do you love feel in-your-blood deserved?
painted, like it, hate it.
sick-hot as a match,
you asked for me to
never stop
get the keys, love
trim your insecurities
tired of fakes, buddy,
block me,
block me,
uniform hurt black and blue bruised
internal organs’ dark matter
help start the healing
integrity means learning to
call me back
plain and simple,
stupid.

Valentine

Fond gazes went untouched
Until the walls had all
But erupted open.
Only those
Who never guessed
Can know the wants
Of foolish time
And field!

The young
Enter a door
Into her eyes
And emerge
Another man,
Feeding
The unconscious,
Beguiled, coming

Into Now, the something
Thinly perceived
As a faintly pleasant
Anything,
Flourishing
In her
Affection
Of illicit flames.