locked in
silent embrace
beneath moon
&
pomelo tree
they dozed as
bewitched by Pasithea
content
in the caress
of the witching hour
&
regarded
by none
but the heavens.
rock climbing
I don’t know what
to do
because
I love you
&
I do not
love
I am
terrified
of falling
into a darkness
from which I
cannot
ascend
&
I am
scared to death
of how
well you know
that.
perhaps that is
why you took
me rock climbing
amongst those
first dates
to learn
exactly how
pathetic
my
upper
arm
strength is
&
how easily I
let myself
fall
with you.
burn
You fucked my mind
Repeatedly
Roughly
Allowing
Scorching pain
To sear
As fire
Through my veins.
My brain
Craved more.
The ice of your
Stare
The agony of your
Grip
Ankles
Wrists
& throat
You
Burned me
Body
Soul
Spirit
& I lusted
Over
Every
Moment.
immunity
I knocked the bruise
You made
On me
Purple flowers
Blooming
It rekindled in me
the burning
of your
fingers on
my pale
cotton skin
warm tendrils
of lust
encircling
Throat.
Waist.
Thighs.
I ache
from lack
of you
& your special type of
poison
Lies
I want to paint the world into
a searing
technicolour blaze
with the salt
of your tears
I yearn to see your blood
ripen
in purple blooms
upon your skin
as tulips
at my touch
I want your lily white
skin to
redden in anger
at my words
For your arms to
tighten
hands to
clench
heart to
race
eyes to
darken
But more than
anything
in this world
I want you to know
without question
when
my words
lie.
fracture
but, what did I do?
you opened your soul
shared your love
your life music
&
made a
garden
from a dying flower
you cut a piece of your
heart out
and folded it
perfectly
to suit my soul
you let me in
deep
within the stars of your
psyche
as no one ever has
&
more than
anyone
ever may
you forbade my
loneliness
from baying
at the recesses of
my midnight mind
&
cast
magic onto
every moment of
that
unearthly hour
you opened
provided
shared
gave
&
dared
to
love
and I
I broke you.
Instruction
He ran his tongue
Within her lips
Lacing then with
His poison.
Drawing her in
Slowly
Until she was his
Completely
She ached for the
Hit
He provided.
The ecstasy
Of surrender
She quivered as he drew away
Cold
Clean
Night air
It’s purity
Ravaging
Her lungs in his absence.
He smiled at the
Trembling.
“Come…”
And she did.
Lucifer
His fork’ed tongue
Did cut too quick
The tarnished lover’s
Graz’ed lips
Conquest
She felt him
Hard beneath her touch
as she pressed him back,
finger splayed,
on tips.
Hardly any pressure applied.
After all,
no real resistance
existed.
She arched and shivered
as his lips brushed through her hair,
to ear,
nape of neck,
jaw.
Pinpricks of his
not long shaven beard
tingled
on the skin surrounding
her lips.
And those eyes,
they smirked down at her
even when she had scolded
the grin
from the mouth itself.
Good god, that mouth.
Those lips
as soft as ripened stone fruit
and a tongue
with adventurous spirit.
He leaned in again,
hands lacing around
her waist
to pull her closer.
“You liked that one,”
he teased
“I felt you…”
Then scent,
muscle,
tongue,
hands,
aching.
She clung to his shirt,
allowing her
nails to scratch
at his warming skin.
She trembled,
partly from cold,
mostly not.
He leaned in
allowing himself to
inhale her
slowly.
Momentary calm flooded
his features
as he pulled her mouth
to reach is own
once more.
A group of men
walked by whooping
at his success,
but she barely noticed.
A pair
of mouths
and bodies
interlocked,
in the early hours of a rainy summer night.
Present
If there were a time
It should be now;
To shed bindings
of the past
The hate
For self
For body
For weaknesses.
If there were a time
It should be now;
To cast to the abyss
All darkness of thought
All hatred of man
Of woman
Of child.
If there were a time
It should be now;
To cherish
A stranger’s touch
Burnt passion
Melting ice.
If there were a time
It should be now;
For silence
For sorrow
For self.
Beyond this time
There is nothing
But nothing
Is everything
To some.
Ecstasy of Heartache 