The teary eyed Smile.

And we cried.
And
we cried. And we laughed.
and we threw our heads back and laughed.
We smiled and filled our empty arms.
We sang.
We sang our hearts out. Only
To numb the pain. And we Sang. And
We smiled. And we cried.

And we left. With that teary eyed smile.

Still laughing.

For to From.

Hide it away in the palm of your hands, tucked behind your back. Clenched so tight, that it stumbles away. Or on that bookshelf, slipped between the yellow pages where the dust settles, and stays. Maybe in that cookie jar, perched up in that corner, where shadows dusk the prying eyes. In the pockets of your old coat or behind that painting hung. Dig up a den, under that ageing tree, where you would once sit and dream. X marks the spot for you. Fancy the thought of setting it up in flames, and watch it vanish.

Concealed from affairs and masked from scents. Under the darkness, eclipsed from you. Let it know you completely, more than you do. And then just bury it, salted away.   

away from them
closer to you

Lost.

We are all lost
in our bleeding confessions
shrouded and draped away.
Bluffing our triviality
behind those majestic walls.
Erected tall and mighty
with wondrous schemes
and delicate art work.

Concealed behind our mask
is a face we wish not to see.
Painted with vibrant colour.
The lips, eyes and cheeks.

Mirrors moulded from pretense
speak to kins cast from dirt,
and Humour those juggernaut walls
in which we trap the mind.

The words are refined
yet the talk is cheap
Our posture straightened
our mind crooked.

Its a masquerade, after all.
a feast of facade
and all are game.

We are all lost
in the labyrinth
engineered for us
keeping at bay
the verity that plagues us.

The sides of seduction

Her sides of seduction
A whirl of trance

A finger pricked
and a drop of blood
A glass of wine
with lips so tender

A single rose
A red dress
Black stilettos
and her Grey silhouette

The sides of seduction
with desire turned to ash
The pain of pleasure
and the eyes of flames

The thirst she commands
subtle, so subtle
inebriated by it all

The progression of lust
and the inhibition of sins
A drop of blood
a scar for eternity.