IT'S A PITY

It is your loss
my love
my whole being
you have refused.

PHONE CALL INTERRUPTS A MEETING

Oh, hello.
I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.
Do you need to talk?
I'm okay.
(Trying not to kill myself like last week
Now there are only scars)
I'm okay,
Yes, call me tomorrow.
(Perhaps you had hoped to talk longer tonight?
I know I did.)

But there are things to be done.
Things have to be said.
Things have to be finished.
Goodbye.

LAST CHOICE
8.May.2002

No one has to know.

That is why I have to succeed,
to cut the vein without regret,
except perhaps that some of them
will blame him for this.

But it was my choice.
My choice alone.

It was the end or nothing,
and it is far easier
to embrace the darkness
than endure the light
in his eyes.

KISS

I want to feed upon your mouth
to drink from your well of words and drown
in the sweet, sweet river of desire,
to dive into your very being,

to drink from your well of words and drown
to plunge into the oceans of your eyes,
to dive into your very being,
to burn from deep within,

to plunge into the oceans of your eyes
to feel your name etched upon my lips,
to burn from deep within,
tasting nothing but your sweetness,

to feel your name etched upon my lips
I want to sing into your mouth,
tasting nothing but your sweetness,
lost in the abyss of your love.