Pick Your Poison


sun beams sway hot hands away
and the hesitance seems to relate;
for a million years
you'd have found me here
until yesterday when I strayed.

No, it wont make sense in this passioned suspense,
left in stasis like hopes and requests.
now the beams have cooled
into something brand new
and i'll follow until there's none left.

compassion at the threshold of chaos

silent tea
rs fought bac
k by her nature
but i hear the s
orrow gently cr
y out...
ing still aj
ar and yet always pe
when i reme
mber that i ne
ver forgot.


There's a beast inside, a clawed type of snarl; 
like a madman unleashed to favor:

Hands are the extensions of my honor.

I reach out from old oblivions to spit,
break, and twist the tempo into subjugation.
if only to tear the shreds to pieces

Sensually swinging sins surrounding,
and she begs me to let it all end.
Pushing through the pain,
the pleasure, we've been
granted these few sacred realizations
their chance at becoming. 

No mercy! Unrelenting savagery, raw aptitude, 
and sweating bullets; the dancers circled in pace, fully bequeathed
with the tasseled jewels and swaying hips of the raqs sharqi.
United by heat, transformed by desire, and sentenced to euphoria;
we swooned like wolves in this sweat-thickened parlor by the coast,
drenched in magic, doused in light.