Page 11 of King of Iron Hearts
That’s missing
It’s portions
Those with certain faiths know
That life is to be endured
Ruled by psalms and bibles
A sentence well served
So when the time comes to die
You will be blessed in heaven
And not cursed to bowls of a dire hell
Only, you are my heaven on earth
And the only hell I will ever know is
Life or death without you
You are not perfect
But
I want to kiss each imperfection
Like a constellation of freckles
On your skin
Connect the dots between them
Until they are fully understood
And remember
That I have the privilege of knowing
What so many others
Have wished they could
An astronomist; I stare and wonder.
Dirty Poetry.
I admit
I love
The crest of your hips against mine
The way your feet cross like a bow tied around my back
But I feel no shame in saying
It is the way I breathe words into your neck
And feel them sink into your skin
Floating through your head
Until you moan them back
That makes me come
Because there is no greater high
Than fucking your mind.
Wet leaked from her sex
Like an overturned jar
Of honey
I was a bear
A beast
It was in my nature
To crouch between her legs
Dip my fingers in in the nectar
And feast until the jar ran
Dry
Will you finally trust me
If I promise never to leave
If even
When I die
I vow to return
To ghost beside you as you live on
To haunt you gently through the days
To protect you like a poltergeist in violent bursts of energy
To dismiss St. Peter’s pearly gates
So that I may continue my heaven with you
Even if I cannot touch you
Talk to you
Press the kisses you like to the backs of your hands
I will eschew it all
If it means finally
You’ll trust me
I’ll never stop loving you.
I wanted a rough love
A tough love
An ‘I would fight for you’ love
A demonic possession kinda love
That fills you up to the brim
So nothing else exists and you almost
—but not quite—
Forget yourself
The love people think you can
Exorcise
The love priests condemn
That makes angels plummet
Straight through earth
Into the sweltering embrace of hell
Because some things are even lovelier
In the dark
Black is my favourite colour.
Do you know why a biker calls his woman
Old Lady?
Because he knows that he will still love her
When their romance is old and their hair is gray
Because he knows the only thing that will change
With time
Is that every day
He will grow to love her more
I want to teach my sons
That the only kind of man
They should aspire to be
Is the human
Who is kind to every being.
If I go
And do not return
You must know
That I wear you forever in my side
A broken rib that beats with its own pulse
Like a second heart in my chest
A piece of you inside me
I would never return
Not even to heal myself of the pain
That comes from knowing
You might never be mine again
When I die
I want to do it
With your love like celestial dust
In my veins
So when my body turns to ash
My soul will soar
And our love will be eternalized
In the stars
When I’m gone
Here are the things I want you to know:
I want you to know the first time I saw you,
I felt the shape of my heart in my chest
The weight of each beat, the heat of each churning chamber.
It all came alive as I looked at you and
Knew
My heart was never mine to own.
It had always been lost and yours
And in that moment, it was found.
I want you to know the first time we kissed
My toes curled and my mind went blank
Pure, blissful meditation in physical manifestation
The taste on your tongue was honey
Pressed between my teeth
And I knew
I would kiss you for the rest of my life if I could
And now,
I know I did.
I want you to know that sex with you
Was so much more than fingers and tongues
The flutter of our lids
That I prayed between your parted thighs
And worshiped at the twin temples of your breast
The way a votary does for his God
And I knew
I would always be your zealot
Patient and enduring
Fervent to the point of sin.
I want you to know when I am gone
That you gave me the greatest gift a person can
You gifted me your heart
But you also gave me mine
Through the prism of your love
I found the meaning of my life.
Just remember in those moments when I am not there
That my life changed the moment I saw you.
A parking lot became a kingdom
For an asphalt ruler of bikes and men
And his chrome queen who reigned over them all.
When the King dies
The revolution begins
They had no choice to go to war
Brother against brother
Because the king was dead
The kingdom was fractured
And there was no him left to hold it together.
Definition:
Also referred to as a blind. Hand of cards placed face down on the table so that they are not visible to the players.
The king is dead
Goddamn the queen.
You never said goodbye.
And you always did before.
At the door to our house before work with a kiss I felt in my toes.
You never said goodbye
And you promised me you would
