The Devotee

Dark tar on the road
Reminds me of your complexion
Eye lids fall
Obliterating the dull flare of streetlights
The vision becomes clearer
Smooth darkness
Flashes of your eyes
Your cheek
Your smile
Bifurcated by imagined skin
Yours and mine
I am still the ant
Exploring The blue ridges Of divinity
Skirting the borders
Of love so powerful it hurts
External senses revolt
The trance is broken
And I am still
The scared believer
Who will love
Under duress
My fear percolated into
The superficiality of
Silent salutations

Words

if words were just that
with no underlying brutality
Of gestures...glances
No missed high fives
Of complete understanding
Just sweet clarity
The absolute synergy
Of two bodies spooned
Cocooned in utter blackness

Oblivion Calling

Above in the sky
the stars went out
Below, so did the fire...
eyes closed, lips sealed, I drift...
Void, I welcome thee

(void not being handsome andriod sex machine....)

Unfaithful

Small quivery black lies,
slowly snaking across
the white surface.
Blending, slowly
dipping below the surface
merging gently, seamlessly
distorting nothing
No suspicions
till the void of grey,
Pulses in your veins.
Shadows snaking across
The walls
As the light
slowly ebbs away
The poison
The insidious stealth of it
Comprehension suspended
Till the final slam
Of the door
Signals he has left