Words Left Bleeding
Max Xavier
Copyright 2011 Max Xavier
Edited By Erik Smith
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Cover photo courtesy Vivid X Photography
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Acknowledgments
This
book could not have been written without the help of the following
people:
C. Dennis Moore, Erik Smith, Brenda Fitzgerald, Mitch
Riner, Wrath James White,
Sam W. Anderson, Cassandra Gorgati,
Stephen A. North, Christine Allamanno, Justin Miller,
Bill
Hanson, Kevin Kelly, Boris Novak, Amanda Boyington, Laena Saunders,
Vincent Daemon,
The Writers Group, The Haiku Ninjas, The
HorrorMall Rats, R, K and N Renshaw,
and, of course, N and J.
I
love you all, and appreciate everything you've done for me. Your
inspiration,
time and encouragement have meant the world to me.
Without you, I would
not have had the courage to write. There are
never enough 'Thank yous'.
MX
For
V,
Because you matter.
And
for
C. Dennis Moore
Without your inspiration,
this book
could not exist.
Table of Contents
The Beginning of a Poem
Body language
Playing with fire
Heart of the Matter
Craving
Never Ending
Unheard Plea
Point of View
If You Only Knew
Regret
Con Man
Scars
Lost in a Memory
Three Questions
Velveteen Girl
Simple Truth
Tell Me
Lost
Butterflies
Husk
Empty Space
Naked Truth
Severance
In My Skin
Mantra
Corrosion
Avoidance
Shards
Litter
Words Left Bleeding
The Beginning of a Poem
Sharing a breath
a glance,
the flutter
of impossibly
long lashes
over rainstorm eyes..
The shape of his lips
his devastating smile
his gentle kiss..
on the inside of my wrist.
the warmth of his skin
under my fingers
the taste
of salt in my tears
and honey
on his tongue...
Body Language
what could I ever say to you
that wouldn't be better spoken
by the weight of my hand on your skin
and my lips crushed into yours?
Playing With Fire...
We only need to share the space
of a single room
for the sparks we've held at bay
to erupt into a passion
that threatens to burn us alive.
We touch, and our
skin ignites, setting fire
to our hearts;
the flames of a pyre
that will turn
our doubts to ash.
We bathe in brimstone
and sulphur
when our lips meet again.
Naked bodies
scorch the walls, the floors the bed
Until there is nothing left of us
but charred, scarred flesh,
love and ownership
branded by need
into our very souls.
Heart of the Matter...
There are things
to be said
my thoughts are clouded
and boundaries