Morphine

Morphine

It’s the need to dress this mortal wound

That I came rushing to your door

                  You opened up a bit

                               Just enough to see your face, you said

“Hold on, it will just pass, that same wound brought me to hiding”.

There was a moment of silence like midnight,

Stars aligned in the cosmos,

                 suddenly there was no pain

There was no pain, 

                             suddenly

Snowflakes drop into Saharan sand

Raindrops fill the barren land

And there was flooding

                                                An outpouring

Of some kind of mysterious energy

There was no pain

At the summit of a mountain

Delicious coldness numbs the wound

                When you opened up a bit

                                 just enough for me to see your face.

Kuw-Hate

Kuw-Hate

For the hearts that cannot wait

I wish you all the goodness of sleep

So that every waking day

There’ll be no unhappiness,

No third world memories lingering in your constricted mind

To the Snaking dunes of desert land

You lay your back to melting sand

You breathe the grains

And cannot lift your gilded hand

Lucid dreams in the city of hate

Countless bitter people you create

As the desert storms recede

So are the feelings of love

                                                Forced out, vomited

                                                Through the nose it went writhing

                                                Forming mud

That love, that mud.

Formed into an Asp

                                                Poisoned, swallowed

                                                Her mild, gentle heart

                                                                So precious, fragile

Death creeps in the heart.

                                To the hearts that cannot wait.