Precious pressure

The stone in our soul suffers such volcanic temperance.
Silently, as we watch the changing horizons.
Embattled, but not broken, by life’s irreverence.
Slowly turning coal to diamonds

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Funeral bliss

Though the day was cold, the hearts were warm.
Burning like a desert isle.
Gold teeth chattered, catching the light and chewing on well-worn stories.
They plundered the past like pirates.
Each memory a jewel.
Each story a fable.
Colour struck you in the face as the reds and yellows paraded the town.
And as they lowered the body down.
An empty coffin. The flesh had fled hours before.
The soul only lingered out of curiosity.
Enamoured by the tulip dance on the telephone wires.
Long distance.
A shuffling then of souls still breathing
Their own bones twitched to jazz beats and sweet treats.
The partying departure for a man long since dead.
What covering could convey how they felt?
A cotton candied coat to keep him warm in death.
The tiny pebbles they had collected, each one dipped in honey.
Sheltering the coffin in rocks and shells.
No one spoke of goodbyes.
No one’s eyes released a cry.
As the stars above collapsed into fireworks.
And they dyed the sky.

Gold in the blood

Red rain, falling like sulphur.
Staining the world and the paper people.
Fold, recycle, cut and paste.
A papercut on this heart, opening for the light.
Blow your love into my brain.
Mist my eyes and let me slip into a miasmic dream.
Heady and concentrated.
Addiction is my latest mission.
Feeling you pin prick my fingertips.
You rock, paper, scissor me out.
Winning through with luck and bad taste.
Sending stinging sensations through my blood.
Singing me to sleep with a silent orchestra.
You banish the ghosts from these cobwebbed chasms.
Empty of love and anything bright.
No we dance in the sun, shining like silver and precious stones.
You weigh me down with this gold you shoot into my veins.
Holding me secure, better than gravity, for fear I would float away.

Kisses that scar

A kiss that reaches in.
Sees who you are.
Behind bone and flesh. So pure and illuminating.
Twisting this knot in my stomach.
You breathe new life into me, asphyxiating this sorrow in my soul.
Paint the walls of my mouth with your honey, let your tongue find a place to rest.
Warm within.
Pull the teeth from my skull, and shower them down like diamonds.
Rubbing my soul to dust.
Licking the roots with vinegar and manna from God.
Bathing my bones in milk and sugar.
Sprinkled on my heart. Touching my ever after.
Your words surround me, dancing in my mind.
They pirouette on my cells, causing me to shudder.
Your Pierrot the clown, causing me to laugh ruby tears.
Coughing out a black marble, that rolls away from me covered in tar.
Fill me up again with your preciousness.
Emerald hopes stolen from that magical city.
Taping my crystal cage.
Threatening to fracture. Threatening such joyful freedom.

Gold

I knew you were out there, waiting for me.
Too long have I sat here like a fool, waiting for the world to fall at my feet.
You sparkle and glitter. Midas in the moonlight.
I want you, I want you naked and dripping in gold.
To lick the metal from your pores.
Your precious wealth I humbly beg for.
You offer your heart like an apple to a maiden in the woods.
What price will I pay to handle you, to obtain the unobtainable.
To peak at you silver soul?
I can buy you you know, and hold you.
But I can’t make you do what you don’t want to.
You’re to have, not to hold.

Diamond

This blanket of diamonds that covers our skin.
Emerged when you looked into my eyes.
Your eyes, that sparkle and shine like precious stones.
With a cool knowing of prophecies.
Whispering words like treasure from your velvet mouth.
Talking of love and completeness.
And I have no concept of love, other than that it’s you.