Taken in by subtlety
wrapped in dragon’s blood
steal my breath; catch it in your words
tie my moans to your eyes
sleeper come want me
use your legs; hold this willacy
bring fire of sky to my plain
taste blindfolded wrists
swallow stateless electricity
sleeper come want me
fingers consumed by heaven
rest this unrest; collect my sighs
gather the distance
burn the silence
fade the miles
Sleeper come want me…
Month: April 2016
For He…
He
O He
Far more brilliant
than any I have known
How must I
convince his heart
he is truest of love & light
So tenderly I covet he
to my chest
So that he might cleave
to my heartbeat
He
O He
Portent…
Aflame…
Long slow burn…
Tis strong
Stronger this
He
I hunger
life’s fire & breath
I seek
He
O He
Stay
Tarry
more an eternity
my poet muse
might my heart beat
and burst forth
sunlight
dressed in midnight…
Let me be dressed as midnight
secret garden of dark mystery
loose the chains of drudgery
for a little while… Anyway
Let me be black lipstick stained stars
touched longingly by
finger laced edges
burning a million miles away
Let my mind disappear in the
shallows of black cherry vines
snaking around my pale moons
& the curves of my heated muse…
Can I for awhile fade beyond
red-crushed horizons
and open my deviant sapphireed eyes
spread wide black velveted
coated wings
unleash & soar in
his liquid atmosphere
locked within cedar smoke
crystal eyes…
Cloak my eager skin in the violent arts
Taste the ripping black tails
of whipping winds against flesh
and travel the path
of stringed black pearls
woven around the neck of my milky way
let me feel fanged teeth
graze the arc of nips
trail his blade down the
spine of my edition
around to the gilded valley below
slip stream into my black lace veil
covering my series of sighs
and moans as I fall & drown
in wicked subspace watered ephiphany…
No longer wasted stardust left floored
tiny flecks of glitter hidden in the
cracks of abandonment…
Let me lie in soft sueded midnight
smoothed-no longer a rough field of
galactic battled scars…
Steep me in the shadows of sated sighs
where I can become more than a
incomplete Death Star…
Dress me a drifting storm in
midnight velvet skies
for a little while…Any way
long is heart death…
distance
deep in the prairie field
swelled silence
blowing in all
four winds
golden grain prayers
whisper into the
expanse of nothingness
where a quietly broken
heart does lay
death so achingly long
where love fails
fallen far away
if I let go…
what if my love
what if I let go
will I disappear into
another universe
far more stunning
than now…
what if my love
what if I do
and I forget the
slipping home of our hands
the feeling of what we are
what we almost touched…
what if my love
what if I do
will I lose my pen & pages
will my words cede
every feeling cut & severed
end up numb…
what if my love
what if I do
only because
you have already
let go…
what if my love
what if I do
and our blinking cursor
walks backwards
our characters disappear
what of our ellipses…
will we continue
still hold on to the force
stare deep into love
what if my love
what if I let go
will we become a final edit
be filed under deleted
be punished as immortal
cease to breathe…
silk of words
Interpretation of the arts
I wear it tightly
so close too my skin
and underneath
this fire heats
me from the core
words
Words
WORDS
the deep dark romanticism
waves over my soul
and I drown in poetry…
my aphrodisiac
my poison I gladly swallow
so thin this resistance
a simple hint of
delicious temptation
sinful nature
the need be overtaken
calls a maelstrom
I hold on
And ride them
the words
until my hair is wild
and my heart loudly
Pounding a thousand hooves
running towards a cliff
until I am breathless
and sated…
but am I ever…
and they write more
and once again
I fall into my fire
of interpretation…
my fingers
begin to trace them
gliding over burning skin
and slip into the
silk of words…
fire & water of words…
Fuck
some words just resonate
rip your chest wide open
I am lying here
trying to shove my pieces
back in
they don’t want to fit
these ridiculously rebellious bits
red
hot
Swollen
bursting with fire
they want to rage
fucking rage against
the unfairness
and bleed me empty
the words
those fucking words…
so stunning
you know
you understand
here
take my knife
cut me more…
so I can
be reminded
of reality….
because all I want to do
is slip
between
The lines
into
the warm water
of their meaning
let the seaweed
entangle me
until I am finally
steeped of anything
Resembling
what I am
at this moment…
fill me with more…
tuck it away
pull down the open sign…
by appointment only
for today…
find your way
fill me with more
don’t shut it all down
I rather smile
than frown
written words
I rather hear
come by safe n sound
bring tenderness
leave me gently found
symmetry…
there are
puzzles
a thousands pieces
ten thousand more
initially looking the same as any other
yet, in a lightening strike moment
within the speck of light
the edge catches your eye
maybe it has a slight deviation in shape
a deeper concave or larger salient
perhaps its color is more beautiful
a brilliancy
a feeling
your eyes can’t leave
this piece
with its edge
aligning to fit
intentioned
intended to slide into
the other piece you’re holding
quiet hestitation speaks in your heart
in the intimacy of an inhaling breath
you find you mirror
the piece’s edge