Welcome To Heartbreak (for Clare)

The snap of a finger
the flap of a wing
that's all it took
to welcome, to lurch
you beneath the
longest, most daring
stretch of blistering
hot, vibrant red
cumulous clouds
waiting
for this one
short moment
to explode
sending every
feeling, memory
of fiery
passion
in the inner most
cavities of your strong,
fragile heart;
showering, burning
your tender skin
searing the tiniest
of hairs, however
with so great a
force
that your knees
knock together
trembling to
keep your body upright and
failing at the
very start
bringing you
into lonliness
and your legs bend into
your chest
because it
throbs now
that a
chunk
of it is
missing, pouring
down in the molten
lava raindrops
Oh, darling,
Welcome to heartbreak

Masquerade

Daylight has fled

Darkness resounds

Amongst the trees

Silence

Fills the empty

Spaces between

The nimble

Fingers

As they slip

The vibrant, feathered

Covering over the

Tender

Skin surrounding

Curious lashes blanketing

Eyes like wet

Sand

All the while

The sound of

A jubilant quartet

Plays,

Beckoning, luring

All to follow

And sway

Together

Until the hands of time

Forbids it any longer

Be free and let slip what lies

Beneath

Little One

Soften the foot steps leading

Into the creaking, open doorway

For the promises it beholds

Are nothing more than deceiving

Little One, this is not how tomorrow

Should begin

Uncurl each trembling finger

That takes comfort in the

Wrinkles engraved in pink palms,

Stretch them forth and for a time, linger

In the rays pouring in between each

Wooden doorframe

Stay only a moment, no more,

Watch as the pigment deepens

Slowly, surely it is devoured

Ripping open, falling to the shore;

Barricade each plump crimson lip,

Bone exposed

A tremor rattles out, uncontrollable

Pull back with hast, no more

Than a moment, warning, remember!

But, oh, it is too late, the power unstoppable

Seeps through to the fibers in the mind,

Now useless

Little One, use the power resounding

In the innocence beneath each

Tip of a finger nail

This is not how tomorrow should be beginning