The first time we metYou were dyingI was going to help youI can’t helpbecause you did not want to be savedwe shared a joint on your back porchash droppin between my chuckswatchin the way you sank into silencelike it...

Slowly you pussyfoot to me and my eyes become chained to you, and slowly I pull you into me, and slowly our hearts chain together, both our heartbeats  in a rhythm the other recognizes.  Slowly our lips make the connection and our eyes remain gazing into the beauty...

My Gothic heart burning  in the sea of tears within.   Wrapped in thorny vines, dangling  by a thread from the surface. The teary waves above in my eyes are turbulent and the emotional winds lashing.   My Gothic fire, my tears of high emotion, my crimson shine...

My gothic castle stands  with spires outstretched  like fingers dipping into  the thunderclouds.   Blue stained-glass  windows for eyes. Colors of the sea beam through.    Though in this mind  the light distorts into something paradoxical.    Something  hauntingly beautiful.  So I ink the page with words    that evoke  internal ghosts within  my readers...

That clinking you hear within my chest, is a heart beating against its confinement,  one in the cold iron of chains. My soul itself rattles at the pain.   Wild hearts need to be free and unchained.  Embracing my wild heart I did, I found strength...