Your tender flesh is quivering in the darkness of this lot

The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
and any man or woman would be sent into dismay,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,

I'll puncture all those fragile veins smearing blood from lips to chests,
I'll draw upon those sparks of sea hiding in your eyes so gray,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,

My words will lick like honey on your thighs 'gainst your protests,
Our sexual fevers burning up the misconceptions of what's gay,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,

You can lie to them that you fought back and uttered your detests,
You can use the deck stacked in your favor and that they'll believe is what you pray,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,

Why bother with their sympathies of your sullen lows and rests,
When I can build your dearest dreams that haunt you every day,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,

It's time to stop regretting the dead soul that you forcefully regressed,
It's time to cut your sticky piece of this sickly slice of pie,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed.

A few drinks with honest company

The agony of lust dribbles from those somber sips,
The privilege that you must keep those secrets on your lips,
The secrets of your yearning in your wayward teenage days,
The taste of carnal pleasure in your Pisces dreaming haze,
But beware my sweetest child of the monster in your way,
Of the witch who grips nostalgia as the means to hunt her prey.

Hypocrisy

Amazed yet again that you're both lacking shame,
To consider convenience when you call out my name,
More than willing to feed off my heart as its keeper,
But you tred in the shallows afraid to go deeper,
Running fingers in the warmth of my pleasurable wonder,
But retracting your hand from the binge and the blunder,
Leading me on with your small words of kindness,
But exerting no effort to let your light reach my blindness,
It's true I may drown you when you reach from the shore,
That you may lose your firm footing when your soul seeks for more,
But how dare you lap at these pools of disaster,
With a Piscean lure on your cold walls of plaster,
You should both be disgusted by your frozen positions,
At the time that you've lost by not making decisions,
Paralyzed somewhere in reverie- afraid to make changes,
I can't live in such boredom and limited ranges,
But your lust for adventure doesn't deserve to be sated,
You crave only rewards; you're afraid to be hated,
Maybe the six days between you and the span of our distance,
Reaffirms: in like a lion, but the lamb needs assistance,
So either chose to take risk and explore the soul's journey,
Or please cease and desist and let me coast for this gurney

Age of Aries

Thrust into life near-death and fragile,
Six weeks before the scheduled date,
The stars requested sentimental,
 Aries would never be my fate,

But the final house is dark and lonely,
And a language no one understands,
Longing to be your one-and-only,
Coveted for power my word commands,

I seem to fear my soul's salvation,
Premature birth forsook my strength,
By whatever pill or laceration,
 My lifespan was never to be judged by length.

Parasympathetic

My primal instincts,
to run from your treacherous love,
artificially numbed,
replaced with my devotion to die,
my soul content,
to hear your trembling voice apologize to a corpse,
who loved you so.

Blame

When all is considered it isn't really your fault,
O'er five years I left once but returned to your games,
And I gritted through distance and dejection and heartache,
Accepting my ranking on your list of their names,

And I patched up my heartache with potions and powders,
Dreaming and drugging patches don't last for long,
Holding splinters together was better than facing,
That I'm not worth your love- that I'm messed up and wrong,

I watch as the world moves around me and changes,
Till I no longer know who I am- what I'm for,
I should be lucky to have had even one of those evenings,
I should thank you for texting my number for more.