Eye Wonder, or Maturity

I slept in the middle of the bed last night,

for the first time in two years,

since I left you.


Yesterday, I saw a couple hold hands while I sang, “take my hand, live while you can”

and a buzzy bug tease me at, “I wonder, when I sing along with you…”

It had me at eye wonder.

My worth is in under my ownership now, and

my sex is under construction,

my gaze intent,

I am the oyster not falling for the tricks of the Walrus.

It does not serve me anymore, not to be picky.

This is my graduation from certain mistakes,

a plea for distance from casual,

from the memory of you on your haunches,

only concerned with your pleasure.




Die For Your Art

I see your apparition in peripheral vision:

two eyes stacked with precision~

You see my move before I give permission,

and when I decide to look, you are gone like a cat,

taking my heart-shaped fantasies along with your cute act.


They say it of top regard to stand on your feet,

but what about us born with wings?

Being with you is like constructive debauchery.


Attached I am, and you know, you call it ego,

I call it soul.

With you,

I could live in a cold distant shack,

and keep looking back.


It is rare to meet someone who gets off on love,

who does not scoff at love.

Maybe you are my angel muse, destined

to break me. Oh! Your spell is strong,

for you I could do anything at all.


Please leave me alone.


El Unico Precio es Tus Besos

Quiero que lo lleve por todo el mundo y
el unico precio es tus besos.

Que voy a hacer si me dices que no?

Voy a viajar hacer el mar y buscar a mi alma,
para encontrarme a mi mismo en la medula de tiempo,
para hacerlo a traves, para encontrar lo divino.

Pero, no me importa si esto se retrasa,
porque por tus besos,
me gustaria hacer casi cualquier cosa.

Tal vez un dia usted podria enamorarse di mi tambien,
o quiza necesitamos dos embarcaciones para navegar en
el azul.

Si no puedes amarme, por favor me deja, 
por lo que me encuentro una 
oportunidad de salvacion.

Oh, lo que haria de esos besos.

English Translation:

I want to take you all over the world 
and the only price is your kisses.

What will I do if you tell me no?

I will ride out to sea and look for my soul,
to find myself in the marrow of time,
to make it through, to find the divine.

But, I do not mind if salvation gets delayed,
for your kisses, I would do just about anything.

Maybe one day you could love me too,
or maybe we need two boats to sail into the blue.

If you can not love me, please leave me, so I can 
find a chance at salvation instead.

Oh, what I would do for your kisses. 


Help me, Goddess!

Oh, help me Love, for I fall prey!

I have climbed my way to the top,

But what I find,

she won’t be caught.

She won’t be figured out.

I am a soul who is

food for the predator.

Becoming weak in Your grasp,

destroyed under Your reign.

Oh, Sovereign Queen,

point the sun in my direction

on my face, fill in the space, for

I want to receive.

Every month I give you my sacrifice,

and every month you crown me your Queen,

to do your bidding,

Standing on your Earth, solid at my feet.

But I am all yours,

a depth so deep,

for you to fill all of me,

it is endless for

I am not contained.

But when I forget,

come chip away at me.

Rid me of all I am that is not you.



Spider Country

Thinking of you throws me off balance,

an archer missing their mark,


slightly off-key,


and I may trip

or fall,

and I vow to get rid of you~

the repetitive thought of you~

but you’re anchored deep,

do you think of me?

I ask myself achingly.

How do you see me?

It feels like I’m a toddler in your daycare.

I decide it’s over now,

until the next time I think of you,

it’s lovingly,

you’re always there,

ready to tease me.

I just can’t get rid of you.

I think I am addicted to the fall

because when I get up again,

I know more, I’m a little more worn.

Perhaps perfection is when I

stick the pose,

but I can’t stay still,

I am addicted to the fall.

My mind wraps in loops about you:

I think I want you in my life,

you’re no good,

why do I like you?

The fall makes me doubt,

whirl inside my brain,

and I see you smiling,

at the outcome of this game

you’ve trapped me in.

I always get out again,


so far,

but like a moth,

I’m hopelessly drawn to your flame,

like I look too long at the sun,

and I stare into you


awaiting your transformation

into dust,

ashes falling into a neat heap,

anticipating your scream.

But wait,

Are we playing my game or yours?

Do you fall headfirst as well?

Could it be I’m affective too?

We lean in like galaxies,

giving birth

to an explosion of

falling and catching,

catching and falling.

Do I touch you as much as you touch me?

Because the way you touch me

is infinite and the reason I look so long,

is that I hope I’ll find myself in you

or lose myself in finding you,

because at that point

there is no difference.

Tell me how I make you feel.

I so badly want to dance with you,

move you around,

pay homage to strife

in that sham fight,

and without you,

this would not exist.

There is that.