Late Nights

We dare to see the sun rise.

High on life and everything else.

Warmth seeps into our bodies.

Reminding us,

together

we

are

Alive.

Parachute Down Like a Lifeline

Sweat
Spit
Grab
Grip

Push
Pull

Slap moan
cum go

After a night like this, who needs therapy? I’ve spent more time learning what makes you tick than any asshole should be allowed. 
                                                Round 2?
After a drink, but I’m not staying unless you have some dark, dirty secret to let me in on and even if that’s the case…it better be good.

          (I’m sick of rainbows and butterflies, pull the ripcord and let the monster out.
                         I’m fucked up mentally and need to know that you hurt the way I do when
                                          it’s all over.)

Born of Air, We Turn to Dust as Life Encroaches

You and I are only wisps of dust

Held together by threads of belief and desire.

The wind blows and we shift.

We face the sun and turn away.

Upon the path we find He that devours all

                “Open your mouth shriveled child,

                The clouds carry rains of dark filtered

                Light.

                If you cannot see, open your eyes.”

               

Spread your arms and embrace a Chance.

                “I am your Savior, You are my Lamb.

                Pray not for forgiveness but for joy.

                You need not fear that which you

                Cannot see.

                I promise you vision.”

We are dust

Covering the ruins of mankind

                “Come to me.”