A Week of You

One moment is stuck ‘tween my mind and my heart.

Through the plains of the days that would keep us apart,

It wandered with motions unbounded by sight, 

For no truth had it found after leaving your light.

Hot frost on your lips in a break from the freeze.

That memory stands still unflung by the breeze

Of a thousand old winters and ancientry’s rime.

That kiss I’ll recall through the vastness of time.

 It could be the hour that’s loosing these thoughts

Or the leftover lees of a legion of shots.

But I’ve drunk not a drop, and still shall I warn

That what’s said after midnight maintains in the morn.

So listen with all that you’re willing to give,

For these lines I recite are the lyrics I live.

This chance of enchantment impels me to pray

For an omen from you that could tell me to stay.

Love Thickness

The vein runs deep with passion’s flow.

Love’s ichor seeps toward the core.

Liquid lust reveals a spoor

Wherein its viscous vice may show.

Alight with scents of ebon tar,

The straits of sensual fury boil.

With oily gleam, their torrents roil

Through steaming streamlets fast and far.

Traced in tracks of treacly tricks,

Swirls of slickest passion stir.

Ferocious seas of sick allure

Seethe in sin of vicious mix.

A sanguine sluice sends the urge

To every nerve but never slakes.

In full the venom’s vigour wakes

Where runs of wanton will converge.