Impending

Beneath scarf and tie,

Bristling brush,

I’m sensing your push,

Whispering unto nape,

Shiver and shake

I sense the smell you make,

Caressing sweetly,

Over bruises deep,

I sense the moisture seep,

Massages, kneading,

Tissues torn and dry,

I sense your lies,

I feel the signals,

Issuing their warning,

I sense the sounds,

The restlessness of morning,

I read the motion,

Of waves collapsing,

I hear the warmth,

Beneath your eyes

All lies, all deceptions,

Carefully crafted superficiality,

Entwined with intentions, tailor made décor,

Beneath the softness, lays a jagged floor

Impending,

Through the silence, in the paint,

The forest comes alive, the foliage wakes,

Moving are its branches; broken is the trail,

No time for sorrow; no chance to fail,

Impending doom will swallow,

As the night grows hollow,

Dreams laced with paper cuts

Nightmares infused with trust

An Intersect

Like lost angels,

Falling from the sky,

Residing in the place,

They’ve all gone to die,

I’m in-between,

I’m in the crevice,

Sanctimony & temple lore,

I shall retrieve my broken promises,

When I arrive at Hell’s door,

I feel like I just broke my heart,

If I had a baseline,

I could gauge it from the start,

Fillings, stuffed & sewn,

I lost some balance,

When she came home,

Like a clown,

Directionless & alone,

I know the path I took,

Not by choice,

But from circumstantial looks,

Glances I could not take back,

Yet to see you, occupying this same space,

I wonder what difference your wisdom made,

And if your words, burrowed a hole,

For all those you had saved,

I never could’ve walked the path you paved,

Perhaps, in your case, the error’s clerical,

But for now, it appears we’ll be burning simultaneously,

I’ll now burn faster,

Ruing nothing from the life I led