In My Sky at Twilight/Body of a Woman

In my sky at twilight you are a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet.
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

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Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant’s body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depths of the earth.

I only was a tunnel.  The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast!  Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis!  Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road.
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

-Pablo Neruda

My friend the double-edged sword.

Extend your hand and let me drop a nugget of wisdom into your cup. If someone offends you there is nothing you can do to change that. You cannot change a person; if you believe you can you are naive and are doing yourself a disservice. After we reach a certain point in our lives we become impermeable to change. We are impossible to move. We are all stone fortresses that you may reach only if we allow you to cross over.

Your complete and utter ignorance disgusts me. Your stupidity makes the bile rise and bubble over. My intelligence is insulted when you open your mouth. For this I will speak slowly and treat you as if you have severe brain damage. No offense, right? Your eyes are glazed over so I’m assuming I’ve made no foul. I will hold your hand and treat you as a pet regardless. You will be one very simple companion to lead along the long path ahead.

The long nights and years spent wasted on someone incapable of change was all consuming. As if it was a personal project and goal of mine to warp an already formed body into what I wanted. Now it is just a notch on my belt of wisdom. Wasted time and energy I could have put into something else. Not you, no. You have found me and I will be your lucky charm. I will tell you how the world works. I will pull the veil away so you can see its true form.

Look deep into my eyes and never forget what I say. Run. Break away and run as if your hair was on fire. The longer you stay the faster the lines will start to blur. You will begin to believe the lies and the problems will seem muted. Wonderfully constructed fabrications they will be. Yes, but I am authentic! My tongue is coated in silver and is sharp as a tack. You have no choice but to believe me.

This monster will make your blood scream. It will keep taking from you, and never give anything back. You will be left with an empty cavern that could once be called a body. The vultures will not circle and no one will recognize you. I will not be there waiting to pick up your carcass.

MAIM Yourself

I want to grasp that impossible dream. I want to hold it and protect it like you would intricate blown glass. To find that person who doesn't make you feel strange. Where you can reach a happy medium, and where you don't have to sugar coat the truth. I'm tired of creating lies and painting over the bad for acceptance. I'm sick of never being the one who you would risk everything for. I don't want to be a stepping stone to something better.

 I have severe writers block so I"ll leave some Rollins to fill the void. Inc. tl;dr >:(

There is no need to speak. We will communicate by touch and instinctual expression. We don't need words. We're well past all that now. It is our destiny to be born beautiful into an ugly age. We breathe life in the face of Death's high command. It is your animal grace that keeps me alive. It is your feral eyes and taut skin that brings my veins to the surface. You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don't need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It's you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you're here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natrual disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.