Ricochet
Into my heart
Crashing fatally
Against my ribcage.
Resuscitate me. Bring me to life, but
Don’t disrupt this fantasy
Of you and me.
Tag: NaBloPoMo
Alias
Always running from one mission to the next
Looking for the dangerous radicals across the globe
I change my name, I change my face, I move from place to place
And using my training to apprehend suspects
Soundly do my job to save the world.
Seduction
Darkness
Creeping through alleys
Toward unsuspecting victims
I’ll capture you
A spider with a fly
In my web of lies
I’m hungry
Looking for food
Fulfilled by lust
You look at me
Tell me you love me
Tell me you want me
And I’m satisfied.
Seeing Ghosts
Every time I turn around
I see you standing there.
You appeared without a sound
And at a glance, filled me with fear.
A blurred silhouette just standing
In the center of the room…
In my head is branding
An uneasy feeling of doom.
I know that I’m the only one
Who can see your kind,
But only after you’re already gone
I realize it’s only in my mind.
Cleopatra
She swings and she sways
To the trill of the piano,
With a facade of blonde hair
And the red lips of a vixen
To hide the fear held in her eyes
Of the terminal illness
Dancing in her veins
From dusk ’til dawn.
Copper
A penny for my thoughts?
Give me a pen and a paper
And I’ll take you on a journey
Past the contrasting black ink
On the white-as-snow page
And show you the mechanics
Of my brain. Here my thoughts
Are carried away on
Post-it notes of their own
Until they’re pieced together
Like separate pieces of the same puzzle,
A bigger idea made from
Several smaller ones
Placed out for very few to read.
Give me a penny, if you wish,
But I guarantee
It’s more than what you bargained for.
Lovely Lady
You may be beautiful,
But what more do you have?
With looks, but no money?
I’ll pay you for your worth.
Some coins for your teeth
Royal with their pearly crowns.
A dozen dollars for your hair
Locks of their own without being captured by keys.
I gave you freedom from your looks
In exchange for a human toy.
Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.
The Way We Talk
Words taking flight
On a trip, traveling up my throat
Flitting across my tongue
And playing at the tip
Where they brush past my lips
And escape.
But what happens
When there are no words?
A different form of communication
Evolves without trying.
Your lips on mine-
The pressure, lingering, intensity
All signs that show me
What you want, need, desire.
A secret code, no-
A secret passed
From one pair of lips to another
A conversation that lasts a lifetime.
This language is our own.
The End of Days
Raise your hand to the sky
With liquid as red as life
Pulsing in the shattered glass.
Make a toast to the Gods
To bring you serenity
As you sacrifice your soul for pleasure.
Say goodbye to your lover
As the knife pierces your skin
And the blood flows eternally
Until the end of days.