Featuring Devlin De La Chapa

a man of menthol connoisseur

body attuned, he sat there

a cigarette dangled, amid fingers symmetrically aligned

and the ash of celestial ember,

they debate on where to fall, drift, scatter,

surrender

    `neath his earthly universe

his bare feet, the tickle of a working man`s skin

slaved to the grind of white collar un`crime`d

have been released to tickle hers …

mother earth

a man of menthol connoisseur

he journeys through clouds

of satisfactorily balance; chemicals

they enhance flavor to the spice of life

that invisibly shape him,

morning death, evening afterlife

in the hour that awaits his arrival

    `neath the contributions of humanity

he ponders of the simplest pleasures

that cannot measure the depth of his soul,

like an ocean, infinite and tranquil

void of fear or failure to grasp … it carries in gravity

but it`s in the depth of his irises multihued  

where brilliance is found,

embodying a constellation

created by the magnificence of a rumor of stars yet to be structured ~

and when he exhales … the plumes

they are like roses

lingering in a garden of the divine

Doll House

It had been awhile

since I stopped by your body

and gazed upon

the enamel of your skin ~

high maintenance white

polished to a flawless imperfection

still, the past of unsolicited warmth

lingered

I drew closer

to your ill structured soul

and peered within

the curtainless of your windows ~

your skeletal viscera

cast its still darkened shadow upon me

and I shivered, twice remorsed

I meant to descend from your steps  

with the intent of never returning to ascend

but your double rouge doors

unexpectedly unlocked,

and I gravitated to your entrance

in search of that one furnace

that once ignited your inner heat

but all I found was an external doll

lying on a lifeless bed in a vacant house

now I remembered why

I demolished

this love

Bio: Devlin De La Chapa lives somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona, and is the Founder/Editor of BoySlut Magazine and an occasional #1 Best Selling Indie Author on Amazon under the pseudonym 'Sandra Raine'.

When Devlin is not writing novels or penning poetry she can be found doing nothing else.