BRAND: love

And I'm reading between the lines
every second, everytime.
God must be getting angry,
or he has given me sublime.
and i mean un happy -sublime-

if it even exists.

this rainbow eyed
fay reveure,
is hand feeding my intentions.
she unclips morals and stereo-typed
thoughts from weary shoulders.
sliding like cartoonish cod-liver oil
from a spoon, my intentions,
trickle into a drain not far from the
gutters of my own manifestation.
bleeding white, they withdraw
and become alterior motives.

nervous and carnal,
unsure of eachother
with our instincts favoring
skeptical belief of second endeavours...
we experience the teenage lion  
as he mounts his first 'lover.'

we wash ourselves on the rip tide
emptied parking lots and night lit roads.
scrubbing away the previous days.
concealed in masks carved of our
own character.
we act the pure sincerities of lust
to the point of love in a cross fire dance
that requires pleats,
and a baseball cap.

and like the cornered cobweb
commits to the vaccums mouth,
we too, threw ourselves
to the jackal.

how pleasing it was,
in the ink stains of our hearts,
to trap the wolves of timberland
long before the wood break.
and during the fury of blood sheets
and silk stains.
to have them alter upon our lust.
gnarled like the dying birch
in your mothers storybook.

ravenous and desperate,
the shadows of wolves rip
clean from my existence.
I de-construct...
and find my former self
torn to wrappings on the lunacies
and dimes of a fallen empire.

I am touched, I turn and, I wrap bondage
on the wrists of a girl now changing
deep below my fingertips.
 
tonight,
betwix, beneath and, beyond her
shedded spine,
we are bound,
bound by her breathe,
by her heart,
by OUR fastened eyes.

but most importantly,
by my part...in the wrapping
of our minds.


....in my dreams I am haunted
     by a french girl
      with rainbow eyes,
       and a pixie smile.

...every morning
   I wake smiling...