Party Animal

No one's here.
Speak to me.
Tell me the words I want to hear.

Your silhouette in the light.
My blood pumping.

Only you are listening.
The heartbeat beneath the bass.

Only you are watching me.
Beneath the charade they call Dance.

Feel my soul beyond the layer of my skin.
Come closer.
Join me as one.

You hear the song.
You know what I'm saying.
No melody, just words.
Words from the heart.

Screams like clashes of cymbals.
Tension against the bow and the strings.

Scratch of the disk.
The kiss of your lips.

Disintegrated.
Non choreographed moves.
Just a mutual understanding
of the deepest desires.

You, truly,
are the Beast
tonight.

Ravage me.

Riddles

She has a Gift.

Wrapped and labelled
with His name in cursive.

But it is empty.

Down at His feet,
jesters juggled balls of fire,
ballerinas twirled wearing stilts.

The crowd stretches
for miles and miles away,
everyone has something to give.

And at the very end of it,
she stood.

Her hands
gripping the Present,
filled only with Hope.

And the paper was blotched with tears,
the cardboard crushed between her fingers.

The best she has got
is not good enough.

Quivering lips
muttering inaudible sounds.

Her eyes see nothing
before her.

They closed,
light shied behind shades.

A smile.
A look filled with Love.

Her Father saw right through
into the ugliness of her heart.

She hissed and snarled
like the Serpent
like the Beast.

Humiliation was her anger,
to leave was her plea.

Silence was her answer,
to hate was her kiss.

Her riddles
are her confessions.

Her pain
is her secret.

Away from
He who loves her demons.

Now His pain
is her passion.

Flee.

Ivory came
before her eyes.

There,
was the Portrait of She.

Her bones disintegrated into dust.
Her flesh melted into a splash of tears.
Her skin became the nothingness in the wind.

Every one of her features is an irony to each other.

Her brows arched like hissing cats, hating.
Her eyes flowed like emptying jugs, crying.
Her lips warped like Satan's cross, smirking.

Slowly,
the face frozen with the indescribable expression fades away,
into a blizzard of white blindness.

Leaving only the cold winter wind.

On A Hundred

She spied him
with his rubber ball
at the corner of her eyes.

That rainbow sphere
that swirled as
he ran after it.

It rolled
into her sandpit,
stopping right beside
her plastic tea cup.

She tried to
fend off him
with a grotesque mask.

A facade
carved by Wrath
and painted in
Vengeance's blood.

He snatched it away
to reveal brown eyes
widened with surprise.

And that was
the end of
hide and seek.

He took the cup
and drank from it.

It never ran empty.

The tea flowed in
abundance from
her heart.

And she was full
from the biscuits
he sneaked
in his mind.

They skimmed
their toes across
the puddles,
then threaded waters
up to the knees.

She pulled him
around by his hand
and they tumbled
around in the sand.

She drew his caricature
while he looked at her
through a prism.

Hiding within the
tree of silence,
it didn't muffle
the laughs they had.

The sun didn't set at dusk
and it showered
tears that day.

At every blink of her eyes
there was an eclipse
beneath her eyelids.

Magical,
but as real as
the Warmth from
the tea they shared.