Poems from CH
I've been fucking her every night
Loving her
Pleasing her
Draining in to her
She bleeds me dry
With every little death
And breathes life...
you cannot call upon me
for no one shall respond
you cannot summon me
for i have no name.
you cannot ask me
for the query lacks...
Oh but what sorrow!
Is to die with your touch
Damned with knowledge
Of the end to us.
For no God
Could preserve our tale
No painting...
The last I dreamt of her
Brushstrokes of tattered wisps flitted against my cheeks
Phantom sparks skittered across twice-burnt matchsticks...
It frames your face as gently as a blossom
Curling around and away from the rounded edges
Of your chin and cheek
You're as lovely as the...