Blue Blood

String them together
using invisible threads,
where one starts and
the other ends,
only visible by
spitting sparks.
Knotted and left to
dangle,
taunting,
in front while the
rest melts, blue pools
into your veins.

For: stupastu

By Her He Misses

This as well was written for me by an amazing friend, Stu. And, HE can be found HERE: stupastu

By her he kissses, and when she's gone he misses
her honey tones and accident prone ways
of letting him know he's the bomb inside of her chest,
the crest in her eyes and the aplomb of her life.
By her he sniffs the jasmine and summer rays;
her sweetness plays in his mind like a violin's
shimmer, how she chooses he, comparably a sinner,
as a friend is something he'll try to comprehend
but when said friend, the shareholder of his soul
is gone, there are only large gaping holes and
trolls with morbid thoughts trying to fill a void
that is left, but he knows, without the girl of
many facets and her thirst to absorb,
his life becomes only an existence.