Snow Angels

She's white for miles
across this needle-pine blanket.
Her drama and allure seduce me
and break me down into a child.
This holy empire unlit by a Vatican sun.

Blind me and bind me.
Find logic in frozen lakes; unmelting,
unrelenting and cold.
I suffer your beauty voluntarily
though I lie and blame you.

A shower of sweet-soft bullets
mixed with chill and ice
pours down alongside our vehicle.
Mixing pain and pleasure to the tongue/open mouth
and arms outstretched as we slide ungracefully.

Will you just pack up and leave me
with nothing but frozen bitterness to propel me?
Doubtful but I can still make angels in your image
because I know if they have voices
they will sound like you.

Aside

Stare.
See it, the me there.
Assess/address
Bathe me. In.
Caress
This vision.
This
Unity. Us.
The we.
Never forgive your
foolish heart
for leaving a could have been
behind.
Especially when
you know I already love you.
When I'm yours
and you
cast it aside.

Up

I give up.
I am lost.
Dark, alone, and frigid.
Ever expanding nowhere.
Forever caring.
Longing for you.
Loving the heart and the hurt.
Wishing time went backwards.
Never saying drastic words.
Redeeming prayers for hope.
Lose to and in me for I am lost.
I gave you up.

Bloody Fingers

Now I just sit here
imprisoned by walls and glass
My mind dwells on
the guilt
and sorrow
and regret
Bloody I.V.'s placed by
even bloodier hands
and a stale morning coffee
to dance with the tongue
Half empty parking lots
are lit by afternoon suns
A knock
a weekend vanished
I wish every black car was you.

Vows and Killers

Hiding yourself through
foundations of hope
A mold of happiness and
vibration of religious magnitude
Sinner season silently stalks
hearts
In bloom are the petals
creatures and vows
colors and killers
Growth and renewal paramount
to decieve with illusions
A whistle in words, a
Spring
in happy steps.
Storms crash about the
blue coerced truth.

The Waiting Game

you ask, simply
How did you go about it?
of course, I don't offer much of an answer
I'm in my correct mind so I don't
particularly
want to talk about it.
Hell, I probably wouldn't say much anyway
even if my mindset was primed
It's like I said before,
that it, our topic, makes me think of how.
How to pull off such an interesting event
nothing to consume
nor scratch deep/bleed
just a tiny prick
or two
and the easy element of it all...

a somber couple minutes of waiting

those few minutes of smiling lunacy
and questioning (-able?) motives
no orange juice savior this time
or rather, this potential time
Who knows?
maybe it will happen.

I just really don't want to think about it...

...right now.

Momentary Silences

Go get some sleep.
a relaxed smile to a weary eye

I don't think I'm quite ready to.
yawn breaking through the
broken dam of lips
exchanged internal laughter
Fine. Maybe I should, but I don't want to.

a silent moment of thought
on a night of momentary silences.
Why not? It's been a long day.
Go stretch out and unwind.

I will.
statements unnecessary
There's just never enough time for us.
words like a winter night sky
cold, lonely, empty

Sure there is.
lies only noticed by the liar
We just have to make the time.

Maybe. I guess.
warmth of possibility
It just never seems that way.
I'm going to lay down.

Good night.
I'll be in soon.
a painful reminder that
bullshit is the lubricant of relations
time to follow suit
a flick of the switch
work disappears like light