Night’s Dress

Dancer in night’s dress
Spinning the moon
Around in marked misery
Waiting for a lover to come
No longer wants to dance
Only for my memories
Ever sinking in deeper
Still with each footfall
Across unseen stages
Dancer in night’s dress
Tipped with blood I did
Fashion on the edge
Of a rusty razor blade
More delicate than perceived
No longer wanting to dance
Dance for only my memories
Fading into shadows
Reaching out like hands
Of a lover in sweet caress
Reach everlasting for
Dancer in night’s dress

Oceans

Undeterred by fascination
With the abundance
Flowing toward self
And pages’ birthright
Where stoics squirm
In embodiment’s shepherd
Deserve more than stagnation
Even in uncharted territory
I map out as I dive
Deep into the oceans abundant
All around me, within me
Currents drifting me further
Into all that I desire
Freedom I do crave
Magnetic and ideal
As we seek each other
In oceans everlasting
Their mission to bring me
To welcoming receptivity

Demon Eyes

Her salvation inside demon eyes
Cast a slight toward devotion
Forever a hex upon her tears
Flowing freely into madness
Nocturnally devoid of her destination
Little by little we die asunder
Across her body’s spreading ash
Liberated from darker devotions
I could never commit to ink
Much like the death of self
Damned to be despised by
The dead and their unholy betrayers
Holding hostages among the moonlight
Of her salvation inside demon eyes