Fated

FATED   whispers into her ear: you kill me with need. ~ Joseph A. Pinto © Copyright 2017 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

CINDER AND ASH

CINDER AND ASH I fucked it all up, didn’t I? and what I did can’t be undone, can it? I thought I held us firm but wound up squeezing too hard now I’m left staring at the dust and it’s much more painful than looking at your face (which remains angelic, by the way). I’m …

MY OWN GOD TONIGHT

MY OWN GOD TONIGHT Fogged I am, and still I cannot clear my reflection from what I perceive in my mind. The water is as cleansing as the voices in my head; if you stop and listen closely, you will hear them too, beckoning to the infinite ends. Still, I pause to recollect myself, lather …

BOWED STILL I STRIDE

BOWED STILL I STRIDE Your purpose seems hell-bent on serving to demassify me – when will you learn that unlike the storms that have reshaped your landscape, I will never seek higher ground. I will not compartmentalize to fit any ideal but my own; bowed still I stride, and when your voice hits hurricane pitch …