Breaking the Tip in Me

Your heart unto mine washes with the lashing of the sea on bare skin. I reach to touch and yet I cannot see you. My eyes search the black hole of tide-pools. This water flowing desire meets with the blue and the green, the sea of breaking, wishing, commencing into breaths, the sighs of lovers. This sea of bitterly flowing hearts washes up a bottled soul, thrashed and gushing, spitting forth my wimp of a soul. Shuddering through the lips of the whitest clouds I am riding the night verging on an infatuation with passion and riding the day, sucking calm from the leaves. This heartless flaying prison wrapped in paper and quill ink wakes up emotion and thieves my being from the waters grieving. The fusion between the seekers fades into the blossom of the wake and takes hold my heart and drags it through the pains of an eternity. I am moving on without you, trying to forget you, not love you. Its a shame because I am going to miss you. Its two audacious words I see that seem to mean absolutely nothing to me. luv ya. You too sweetie and good-bye. You stole my life, stole my heart and left me crying. I am crying battering tears that cut streams into my cheeks that ride even deeper. Mercy, mercy, mercy, midnight mercy, when you took me and I loved it, loved it when you took me and stole me from my reality. This ride on deceptions swarthy and beastly horse spread wide my lips and I welcomed your two bladed tongue. Come closer lover and let me kiss you back with the same enthralled wickedness that only breaks and crushes then slowly expands back upon the valves of beating, pouring color of Crisco sliding through the ocean salt, fading dense into shallow waves of grinding. Whisper through my imploring eyes and you will see and hear the cries that infuriates and pales and slides back unto me using its slithery scales that erode my skin. This sickness is yet my fever still sucking on the honey slicked sallow visage of the moon gliding through the end-zone of perfection, the cruel doleful clouds playing tricks on the ground. Beneath them I follow sipping from the purple bottles of iridescence the shamed color of red and blue and shuddering green. I am sorrow sucked within and when my mouth touches it its bliss. Gold and blue rush in flattering my soul with temptation. Upon your lash my image slipped and the mirage faded from a dream. Salvage what you can from the bitter banks of this heart. Riding through open doors of the sounding of two sweet tunes, I slip on the stones falling into the sea, the quiet sea sleeping. Waiting in the pit fitted for love is the rainbow catching sorrow on beams of tipping color. I am your lie when you tell me I dont exist. I am here and I am screaming through lungs that are hoarse with whispering. I am here and will always be here and you are there still sulking and malevolent and fighting back the wounds that protrude into me,

the dagger you behold and break the tip in me. You break the tip in me and there it rusts. Imagine what it is now, this dagger tip in me, this hot tip of hellish love. This, my love is the macabre of lunacy and I am gasping for breath as the cold waves wash up so they can spread wide their curves and roll into the blue shades of gray. It relieves itself in darkness then rides back up and smashes hard into the banks of my heart. There I find a bottle gagging on salt and bitter air, keeping my love from maddening on the whips to casting into nowhere. I pop the cork and there flows the breeze, flawless and free. I frown and bleed my tips into what eyes can't see. There on the sand escapes my words, my soul, back unto the sea.