In Love With Fog

We stood at the coast for the absence of time,
Fog seeping through our senseless bones.

The sun had left the sky hours ago.
How long until nights past?

Without a clock to tell the time we gather on damp ground,
The remains of wave crashing continue to exist on docked wood.

And that is all I hear under a blanket of clouded smoke.
And all I feel is the emptiness in this retire.

That - and well, your presence so distant,
It's almost as if you've transformed into the fog hanging in the air.

I can't feel you there.
My gaze is lost as I sink within despair.

Astonishment glaring at your secret ability.
And I'll pretend i'm unaware that it is you.

But then I promised you I wouldn't say a word to a soul.
As long as you turn me into you, too.

Dungeon Light

Our bodies tousled,
Exchanging body heat.
Pace quickening,
Slide of your grip.

Pinned to your cradle.
Cage me in, there is nothing better outdoors.

Against your expiration,
Is a pleasure creating completion.

Magnetic forces, grind. Prepare to release.

Your bones to be crushed, break inside my hand.

We have awoken in the company of midnights memory.
Filling gaps and spaces, silk building into our skin.
Absorbing the cells of one another,
It ends in cymbals thrashing.

It's time to press the repeat button, darling.

Shut Down

Cringing by the sound of your voices,
Eyes all on me.
Judged.

I can worry about myself.
I need space, air.

I need loneliness, isolate.

Your criticism isn't going to change me,
Or make me move faster.

Stop staring, judging, whispering.
Start asking, talking, trying.

It makes me happy to displease you,
It disgusts me that your happy when I'm unhappy with what I see in the mirror.

Content in my state of shrivel.
And I will literally shrivel to pieces,
Without you kept quiet.

You need a muzzle for that,
I have my own trap permanently yelling at me inside my head.