18-April-2010

walking past the broke spines of cruel intentions

and dirty looks for thieves and crooks 

the ribs crunching being pulverized into fine dust

that spreads through the air to recall the synthesis

of hurt spit blood and ruthless baby--a single kiss

but your lips so jagged stand sentinel for fangs

transformed by the black love magic scraped 

from the innards of a loved ones restless corpse

bound corset tight by the raw rage of emotion

choked up so you can't breathe or speak to me

a single syllable sound to satiate my saintlike purpose

cause I want be Christ like in your salvation

take you up into me, secret keeping future making

unfolding my origami heart to decipher 

the Baybayin script forming prose

that walks you through the way I care

from the strong loving hands of ancestors tattooed

to the modern hearts of girls like glass

who know the pain of being shattered

all the substance from their past

from the deep deep rut you were stuck struck

you'll find a life line held tight by my hands
won't let you go drop like St. Lucie rain
will cascade and clean the wounds
inflicted by your indigo past blue with the vastness
of your lows so infrequently inhabited by your highs
but I-- I can merge and stretch the flesh on your back
and gently tear past the tissues to delicately interact
with anatomy I will give you great grey feathers and tubular veins
a structure much like gifts of Samael on a throne higher than the clouds
the gift of wings to blow the lows and proudly meet the sky
with a smile on your war tatter face inclined by
a love lit like aurora in my eyes son of dawn
she was your emptiness
I am your high