Poem

Forbidden Flesh


My heart is a wind chime
Your voice is a breeze
I dance in the forests of a place without time,
just an echo through the rustling of branches
and a child's voice asking, "Is it in yet?"
In this jungle that grows thicker with each passing minute,
only the chaotic tune of flowers swaying in the wind
makes me want to breathe.
The sky splits into letters never sent
and the rain spreads their ink
into blotches of bleeding life.
I rendezvous between the dreams of Eros
and the girl who first taught me how to kneel.
I feel her cuts as the draw fresh blood
with every fractured memory,
and every moment dawns with the
forbidden flesh of a touch
I always prayed to forget.

I see them now, those children
whose faces were my own, and
somehow the dream reminds me
of climbing a tree.
And should you dare to speak
as if words were more than the embodiment
of my devil, only a silence tells me
I am loved,
the silence that breaks into darkness.
I want no more of this heroin of ecstasy.
I let the flames burn till the nerves die together,
which is all I asked for in the first place.
If only god could sing through the rivers of my body,
I long for the letting go that within your presence,
permission is granted.
To fly was just a dream,
now I'm left with nothing but the earth,
a mud that seems thicker than raw oil.
All I want is to see your face with my own eyes,
not through the foliage
that has grown around my soul.
As I cut my way through,
the light reveals your smile.
Grant me but a taste of your lips,
and I will sleep at last.