Memories of Romance

She fades away
slowly,
like the edges of a burning polaroid;
twisting and curling
away
into madness.

She has no true beginning,
nor a true end.
She is just her,
the nameless girl whose soft voice
teases of naked fantasy
and intimate fiction.

I sought to burn her to memory
But charred her to broken scraps;
adrift in the wind,
glowing, smoldering,
fading away
into endless day.

Heaven

I flew above the clouds
Searching for Heaven.

It sank beneath the waves
To be sentineled by sharks.

I danced upon the road of sin
To find my good intentions,

Frolicking in the flickering fires of Hell.