The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses
that explore the mysteries of love,
shattered humanity, life, and
a fling
with Death.
I hunger
I hunger for things that have a soul
If you have one, I will eat you...
I know a woman
who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two
of poetry
I also know a man
who dances, naked
in moonlight
with the ghost
of his beloved
I ate them.
I hunger for things that have a soul
and I am starving
Because when I show
the world
a beautiful
red rose

they only
see

the thorns.
I killed myself

I killed myself
a thousand times
in fiction
so that
I could face
this life
without losing
my Soul.
With her arms crossed With her arms crossed behind her back
trapped in a pillowcase,
>"Write a poem on me" she said
and I obeyed, very carefully
First, with my lips, then
with my tongue, I wrote
slowly on her canvas
while she held me with her eyes -
eyes that spread out like branches
>More luminous than the evening,
I tore the night to pieces
and dipped into her soul
"Be gentle" she whispered with a sigh,
like a soft flower to the moon
while I continued to contemplate the fire,
>With my lips replete with her kisses
and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,
she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth
>I pressed her cheek against the pillow
and watched her melting, with every thrust
The sheets, wet and swollen,
>She whimpered, crying
tears of the moon -
>We died that night
>when I sank
deep
into her arms
and drowned,
she held my hand
to the other side
of life.