A Few Tidy Thoughts

You bite your lip because you like the taste of your skin. You bite it because you want the feel of tugging at your face. You bite your lip when you are thinking, when you are nervous or anxious or excited. You bite your lip without even realizing it. Tonight you bite for all these reasons.
Your hands are thick and heavy, darker now that they are caked with dirt. You admire them, their size, the work they have helped you accomplish. You have dug such a magnificent hole, so neat and tidy. Long enough for her, wide enough for him. This is good work.
You lick clean the mud from your palms, between your fingers, you savor the taste. This is your recipe of victory. You lick the blood from her pale ear, from his bristly neck. You craved for this taste. The sour sweat, salty blood, cold skin. This was worth the work, worth the time, worth the messy fight. Your lips touch their golden hair, a final kiss goodbye. You have fallen in love with their frozen face, stone touches. They are your trophy's of passion, proof of power, they are your old lovers, old friends, old memories. They are yours.
You will miss them, but tonight you must put them away, clean up your mess, tidiness is always important. So your hands help you again. They are strong and can pick him up to drop into the hole. Your hands are quick and steady as they shovel back in the dirt. Your hands are great, they always finish a job.
You finally leave, and walk away. Almost the same as you came, but now you do not bite your lips, you cannot. Now your lips are spread wide, now your lips are smiling.

Ability of a Lock

Shiny, strong and hard or perhaps a few determined words
I guess the various forms don't really matter
Pleased, indifferent or unhappy with the arrangement
Really isn't in your control, unless you hold the particular key
A door, a box, a diary, a marriage
Bound by a lock, separated by curiosity

Two

Cris crossed and wrapped around - you become bound to my body
Like a new limb, you are now apart of me
Your tight hold keeps me standing
Your sharpness forces me to focus
Dove white skin, smooth and strong - shapes around me perfectly
Hot on cold, the contrast youv'e united is beautiful
You have left me with bangs and bruises, alone and sore in the frigid
But I will never complain, because you supply my personal passion
I now loath the warmth she brings between us
I detest the sticky days we spend apart
You are my almost reliable friend
A dangerous trusty companion
My speechless, lifeless lover

Declaration of Peace

These words burn like acid on my throat
Each letter is a blade, cutting me for not being said
Unable to speak the words I scream in my mind
More then a poison or chemical, this hurts more then you know
I gag back the venom, I swallow my pride
Blood paints my mouth as my teeth bite my tounge
Only an ivory blockade protects you from me
So I keep down each and every single thought
From escaping my lips, and ripping you apart