Dear Red Letter Reader...

Oh Red Letter Reader

Dearest eyes who have surmised the shape of this heart

in great worry

and have sought the counsel 

in regards to my soul's state

to try once again

lift lifeless lids and look to the browned eyes of love

itself removed from the pupils

yes,

I've been through it

but until you asked

I would have sent a doily 

Red glitter

and a perfect red yes,

a heart,

to RSVP your soirée-

thank you

for always being the secret light inside of me

I desired and loved most

but to repondez 

s'il vous plait

I guess they all left me for dead

took the parts of me they loved

left the rest

like parts of the chicken

Days of Shakespeare on the bed table and roses underfoot

Seem to have gone out of favour

Gentlemen less gentle

but this vampiress sits romantically in her same chair

breathing beauty of the crisp apple night

undead,

this romance

lives in perpetuity.

These eyes they all thought browned with loss

Were really warmed with love

Still saved

And eyes may hide their age

but not their wisdom

So yes,

All things considered my darling,

never been better

or more alive.

Like White On Rice

He looks like a white bullet

Following my black car

And I look like the dark Queen

Streaming from his dark star

Oh we look like the wrong way

Travelled way too joyously far

Affixed like a hat to a headless someone

Covering a scar

Like delicate fingers

Strumming a stringless guitar

He looks like nothing I've ever seen in this bar.

Poses

The weird sweeps warm smile cross these cherry lips

So don't forget my number lest the nine secrets of these hips

is lost to the tide of fallen figures

and sealed in the diary of our Sphinx

And finally she wrote to me

Those words I'm supposed to hear

It was two not three but pity be

that twasn't five or six

all those towns of places we made

Faces staring at other stars

There were miles of creases we laid

pieces of us left in other cars

but still I know in your traffic jam state of mind

I'm always the reason you adjust the view behind

and you wish on coins already thrown 

that's how hidden you keep these bones

The last thing you'd ever say is what's on your mind

simply poses instead

still, reflective, and completely falsified

devoid of the love I placed in our lives

but your poses make better proses than poems

you know

and my read poems make better roses

one last taste of me

sweeps past those full and cherry lips

The Above

Oh Night

glittering gold above

You will love me forever

until I become you

then even I will love me 

with your eternal heart

vast as death and life in a breath 

Above all time

we watch each other

and I glitter silver

beneath your black caress

You adulate me

I idolize you

Supertemporal game false modesty

when we are each other

looking into a charcoal mirror

smiling silver gold

without end.

Scent

I just lost your scent 

on my pillow

and now you come

in a drunken haze of he said she said

to replace it again

Dollhouse

To him

I am a dollhouse

Full of wild interior stories

So much fun

To be in play

At play

And to play in 

Simple brass latch

Simple hinge

Full of those wild wild interior lives

He would rather best keep to 

His tame imagination
Shut

And still take his family past its

Shining coloured lights

Each night

And tell them 

"She's mine"

Charm

Oh what planning

What charm goes into 

Having the Queen 

in your King bed