Met each other on a path to dreamlands,
Burnt, torched and tarnished, but together...

With each line on paper,
before ink or word look into...

This darkness is milder than the last -
faint sweet breathes drifting by my side...

I met a bastard today,
Standing so firm, so proud...

I saw her, one wing torn,
Bleeding and left, angel, fallen...

A piece,
battered dissaray...

Scrape, push, deeper.
severing one by one, each connection...

Relentless pursuit, the heart, the chase,
bite to bleed - to kill...

Control,
My body in motion...

Flesh tares in spiralling shapes,
stained beliefs drop in drips...

Decadent tree grew in loneliness,
twisted contorted shape; sheltered few...

Love is in the distance of a phone call
or in the sigh of delicate compromise...