Don't!

Don't look at me as if you know the reason behind my frown.
Don't think you can leverage my sorrow whenever I feel down.
Don't look at me so intently with that tainted stare.
Don't make me feel like melting when you can't know that I care.

Don't talk to me and make me feel as if you were my best friend.
Don't get any closer 'cause it's more than I can stand.
Don't let me listen to your luring whispers in my ear.
Don't try to tease me with a charisma that I do utmost fear.

Don't point at dangers if you're trying to win my heart.
Don't give me possibilities of my life where you played a part.
Don't kiss me like you've never kissed another woman before.
Don't lean against me as if you eagerly want to explore.

Don't give me chocolate when I'm wading in safe waters.
Don't try to convince me that wine tastes sweeter after.
Don't take my trembles for hindered passion brewing.
Don't move in to hear me sigh and find pleasure in my breathing.

Don't make me succumb, running your fingers through every strand.
Don't steal my soul, as you threaten to make love to me with your hands.
Don't make me let my hair down 'cause I know where this is gonna go.
Don't make me question why I hate you because you confuse me so.

Don't seduce me with your spirit, that alarms my every nerve.
Don't give me reason to crave the blind euphoria which you feel I deserve.
Don't caress the moistness of my skin beneath your fingertips.
Don't leave me in desire, carelessly, secretly pining your lips.

Don't make me swell up with laughter that brings tears to my eyes.
Don't allow me to feel comfort that you may never make me cry.
Don't speak, please have mercy, lie to me, say no truth.
Don't set my heart on fire, by saying 'I love you.'

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Faithless

Sultry dreams of night
That scale the threshold of my bed.
The faithless murmurings
Of thoughts derived but never said.
Entangled between the sheets,
The draft cold air embraces me,
Blistering my skin, knocking on my bones,
Like death had come to claim me.
If I had dreamed of lovers,
Lost, or denied, or secretly waiting,
I’d look for distant comfort
In a cave of knowledge slowly fading.

Love, lust, lies hold the same gravitational prodigy.
A cunning web of recklessness, passion and profanity.
Every night a battle to fight
The demons of Never-Never land.
The trumpet sounds, the bell chimes,
A declaration of freedom to explore Wonderland.
Soaring high, dipping low,
Reaching places never been before.
Wonder how, wonder why,
Wonder if…the case scenario.

The moon remains steadfast,
Guarding my dreams evoked by insomnia.
The nomad in my mind crosses
The void towards hysteria.
Dreams are poignant, fictitious
Makings of the Underworld.
Begrudging peace, inviting scandal,
Raping enduring souls.

7 degrees, I awaken to an icy chill.
My covers feel like glaciers,
Scathing the surface of my skin
As I lay still.
I wait as my heart beat decelerates,
My breathing returns to moderate,
Until once again I start drifting to sleep,
Sinking deep into the ocean of night.
The molecules of air surrounds me,
Picking my dreams, colliding in their plight.

In my dreams I become faithless, breathless, shameless
With the stars…my quiet audience.
Sleep forms a sanctuary for the mind,
Untouched by reality’s laborious conscience.

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