The Immortal Romance

My dear, why such intensity?
Why taunt me with your righteousness,
You conniving, rejecting girl?
I’ve wept and waited, wrung out limp,
Never to feel you in my grip.

Hear this, my one precious angel:
If I could but stop the heavens
Time strangled between these palms,
Would you dare hand me your all?
Or remain holding up this wall?

There you are, rabid blood pumping,
Secluded by a spineless plea.
Your fists clenched tight slowly open,
The haze displays a marker’s trace,
A look of horror on your face.

My mind is set, you’ve told me so,
This love may never come to pass--
If love perchance it is at all.
For though I beg to feel your lips,
You’ve given them for holy sips.

Elsewhere your mind has gone, dragging,
Yanking your roped up heart along.
A desert, my left rib, now cracks
But northward knows to look for you
Where red was sucked to join you two.

Revelation

a single fruit or three clouds?
children eat.
the sunless rays of existence
ascend among obsidian.

see, a myrtle tidal wave
awakens these nauseated chambers.
what twistedness lies here?
dismayed,
we idle captives prepare for war.

peeled eyelids flaked to dusty trash
reify
depravity munching on man,
a flock within a sanded cage.

but watch the orthogonal scene:
red, black, pale,
swallowed in the wake of white prints.