Wilde about Oscar

In The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde writes, "There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books are well written, or badly written. That is all."  As you follow me along on the journey into the furthest recesses of my mind, I would ask that you keep this quote at the forefront of your own.  You may read about the time I envisioned myself bludgeoning someone to death in great detail.  Or you might realize, as I'm rambling on about family and friends, that I am a true misantrhope - equal to Bronte's Heathcliff or Dickens' Estella.  You could find out something as trivial as the fact that I passionately hate carrots.  But no matter what you read, please reserve your judgment to nothing more than whether the writing was at all effective - did it resonate with you?  If it did not, you might consider not visiting here again.  But if you feel it, and it permeates into your soul and maybe even moves you, I hope we can be more than friends.  I'll come to love you, my reader, with the whole violence of my being...

Sneezing

Loving you is a slow motion sternutation. Fireworks,
short-circuiting myelin sheath, light up
both hemispheres in the pitch behind eyelids,
... photo reflexively, at the thought of you,
keeping me
awake. No one can sneeze in her sleep.
But it's not self-contained, this reactionary body.
You drop through numb fingers like wet sand
along with our unformed memories
so my heart stops. 'Gesundheit.'
And the skin also
forgets its own pressure. Flower-like our bodies
dry, alluvial limbs splayed, a colorful momento
in life-thick volumes of meaningless black marker.
I bite my lip: blood. I'm unforgivingly alive.
I bit my lip and know you,
orgasmically
without touch, every spasm coupled with a fatal exhalation (God bless)
as my systems shut-down, simultaneously lacking you.
There goes my soul, trigeminally. You see it fall
before it's too late

for you, anyway.