where

sweet to see and soft to touch
but he might be the one that doesnt care very much.
kindest heart and not so pretty

but he might be the one asphyxiated by the city.

narcissus

when he saw himself there, at the bottom of the river bed, he could think of nothing else

nothing but the crystal cut features, the rich hair and piercing eyes
he was so entranced that he spent days, weeks even, at the edge of the river, peering upon himself
until one day he decided he had to be with himself and took the plunge, only to never rise upwards to the surface again.

pygmalion

thankyou ares for having ears and a psyche

i caressed ivory skin, cold hands and hard bones

i kissed unflinching lips and tried and tried
if only you had been real, my love
and if only, so could i.

janus-faced

when nothing quite fits, its two spheres of time;

your sanity gone and you simply rhyme.

le visage

sometimes, you catch me, unaware. caught in time and space

sometimes, you see, i need some time, learning to see your face...

lunar

my head is lightning, flashing proud

my heart is thunder, cracking loud.

my eyes are stars, glistening bright

my body is darkness for i, am the night.

truth & illusion

if i speak the truth am i only exposing myself,

only putting myself up to be hurt?