Porcelain Demons and Angels

Cease and desist your immoral reality
Caring to break this mold of safe commonality

Things are broken all the time-hearts & promises too.
She promised me a love that none could afford,
she said "I guarantee ya baby ya wont find anyone else like me"
Then she grabbed me and kissed me hard.
My knees became weak, and my body numb
That kiss, her kiss-sweet and raw

Her fingers etched a permanent mold to my skin.
My lips quivered in anticipation, what was going to happen next?
She dropped my hand, she put me into a trance-led me to her doll house.
She touched my porcelain skin and squeezed me until the false me ceased and desisted from your immoral reality. The true me layed beneath quivering, anticipating; she on top of me slowly breaking off upon me. I noticed her true self as she noticed mine.

She appeared devilish-yet wholesome.
I welcomed this demon-beckoned her-and bent to her every command.
I welcomed this angel-beckoned her and bent to her every command.

Upon the floor we layed on our sides and slowly stood up our immoral below us-we reflected on the reality at hand.

"Your skin is softer than porcelain and smells of exotic flowers."
said the demon.
"You smell of wind and Earth and your skin is smoothly reminiscent of clouds."
said the angel.
"You intrigue me demon; you sin, you lie, you smoke, and lack decency."
continued the angel.
"Angel you make my wings want to have their white tuft of feathers upon them once again, but I must say I'm content making you question many of my actions."
said the demon.
"Demon, why were you sent here?"
"Gnashing my teeth was never my idea of fun...but honestly my run on Earth was brought about by a man who was beating my lover. Overcome with rage I killed him."
said the demon shrugging his wings.
"So how about you angel? How did you come to be so beautiful?"
"I was defended by my lover and died in his arms...my lover gave his life to the legal system."

"I love you."
said the demon.
"I love you.
said the angel.

-Kiwi, Ematronic, & R. "C." A..

Dark Triangular Hearbeats

It's hard to see truth with their eyes wide shut
Because lookin down is confused with up.
And yet lookin down never seemed so right
Shrug it off and get the soul, heart and mind right.
With the pitter patter of the heartbeats thump on, thump off.
The compass points true North, the truth is there...somewhere.
Yet somewhere is hidden. But hidden Where?

Is it in my head, or is it in yours?
Is it in the writing that we share or is it in the way we write?

We bypass all messaging.
Hidden in the subliminal junctions forward coming
Reassurance bypasses as lights flicker and smoke clears.

Together the truth depicts the etch of a saint.
The truth couldn't be prettier.
Sadly the words couldn't be more ugly.

As the paper planes filled with love me notes fly past our heads.
As hard as we try... we can't catch them.

When we realized that all the planes of love were burning...blowing in the wind...
Yet we danced on the ashes of something perfect, we just didn't mind.
We danced until our feet ached, blisters boiling, filled with puss
We danced until our souls ached, yes we danced, danced to the rhythm of a triangular heartbeat. The beat goes on.

Silence now, as the beat fades, as it stay in our mind...we remember the beginning, middle and end as they were the closest thing to truth that we can search for.
Our blisters have healed, and the ashes, smoke and paper trails are gone.
The letters are engraved on to our skins, like tattoos upon our hearts.

So the dance has ended.
The hearts have mended.
And all we have left are imprints of one another.
The triangle is the symbol of our truth...its a truth that we still seek.
The Truth is our triangle...its our burning dance...for one another.

And still, this truth is a dark secret.
Seeking forgiveness from all those who feed on eavesdropping.
They chuckle, twitter, and laugh, and continue.
This love has no shame, for it is a triangle, that can't be cut by even God's scissors. And we say again, we laugh again, engage in lust again, and love even stronger.

-Kiwi & R. "C." A..