Astral Projection And Mutual Affection -- 24 March 2015

Constellations dance and decorate your body
From your hands to your face
And everywhere in between
You reflect galaxies in your eyes
Asteroids and comets orbit your path
You are the northern lights and the Milky Way
And the ever expanding universe
If you are all the stars then I am a black hole
Ever collapsing and self destructive
To the point of leaving nothing in my wake
I'll consume everything you are if given the chance
So stay awake, save yourself
We both know this is going to end with you broken and me empty

The Hands That Touched Her -- 23 March 2015

She used to be pretty
All sunshine smiles and cups of warm coffee
She was beautiful
Like a cat stretched out in the sun
Or a fresh snowfall, pure and undisturbed
That girl isn't around anymore
Gummy smiles and a too-big nose
With eyes that crinkle when she laughs
She is still beautiful, but unusually so
Like stinging nettles or a venus fly trap
She's not afraid to bite if you get too close
And if you think for a second
That she is any less beautiful
Marred, scarred and dirty
Now that she's been broken, abused, and left
Then maybe you should look at the hands that wrecked her
For they are the source of the dirt
And his actions shouldn't condemn her

Literary Comparisons -- 7 March 2015

Meeting you is like having a dry mouth
It's uncomfortable and I know it's all my fault
That I've been lacking something
And you're the water that I never knew I needed.

Loving you is like being in a food coma
I know I'm overdoing it, but I'm so content
You are radiant and make me glow
I just want to sit around and think, "yes, this."

Missing you is like cutting your hair
And for weeks your hand stutters and falls
Because you remember something being there
But my hair will grow back and you'll still be gone.

You're the only person made of metaphors
And similes and other forms of literary comparison
You're the wildfire that tore through my world
And now even reading a book makes me ache. 

Film Noir -- 26 February 2015

Rain works like a small cigarette
Enough to stop the itch
But it's not quite a cure
Or it's a rush and too much too soon
Either way damaging
Leaving you lost with thoughts
You hadn't thought for a while
Despite the film noir notions
Of romanticized nostalgia
Rain and cigarettes
Give too much time for dissatisfaction
And a lingering distaste in my mouth

Pillow-Talk -- 20 February 2015

Death sure is lively pillow-talk
Nose to nose under the covers
Whispering words of comfort and reassurance
Anything to make us feel bigger than we are
That our attempts at living aren't the futile efforts
Of an insignificant and dying species
Cold feet sparking the need to be even closer
Sharing heat in any way we can
Nothing is ever certain
I don't think we'll ever meet again
In this life or the next
Or any place in between
It is merely enough that I met you once
That we found each other in such a busy world
The universe is vast and open and explosively silent
We know so much and yet so little
The chances of meeting were so slim
And yet I saw you and you saw me
It was wonderful and joyous and warm
Like chasing fireflies in July

Archaic Misfortune of Men -- 13 February 2015

Sailors used to tell stories
That a woman on board was bad luck
So go ahead and throw me overboard
As I drown my legs will entwine
Slowly becoming one
The salt will scrape at my lungs
Watery depths will lull me to sleep
And I'll know I'm home
And breathe again
I'll come back stronger
Pissed as hell
With a voice husky from betrayal
And strained from screaming
My siren call burdened with revenge
Beautiful and dangerous and tragic
Designed to lure only those
That want to make more like me
Never again will I be silenced

It's two months into 2015 and I've already had more posts than I did all of 2014 - Go me!