love poem

1:
enjoy this wicked presence
picking up human fragments
at the night sky, unto a lover
as one. crooked books,incense

an ancient tome to open
another tomb to enter
into the sepulchre
dark nightmares that i own

they are mine a candle
and its glow the world turning
it is fine its a great combination
of potato fritters and tuna fish salad

gulping coffee ,reality is warped elasticity
its been developed for some time in my own city
festering blustering about at the wind
leaving blotches of seaweed between
the teeth, withering at the coastal centre

2:
a lover white stringed rebellion
a smile that subverts those who
in delusion have fallen to her perception
fairy dew eyes watching the world

all a bubble the words echo out
a placenta accompanying a birth
out of wack with resting
my sleep creeps around my eyelids

squeezing in my ears everyone of my thoughts
may she hear the tv static in darkened rooms
migratory migranes and vaccumed wombs
selling out for the event,the great adventure

the disease leased the house
she teased me