a sybaritic desire
to thrill you with my words
to lay them at your feet
bougainvillea petals
falling free from the stem
with spurious inflorescence
gather them and know they are for you
..
i’ll hide the thorns of course
bury them deep in palm flesh
to seraphic sting, no remorse
with blood droplets
exquisitely smeared across lips
adding
crimson
subtracting
all the reasons why
we cannot be
come gather
all ye disciples of despondency
fine purveyors of hurt
..
come hither
and gather by my light
as it burns and inhales
your pristine pathos
..
i’ll collect your brittle bark, shedding
your crumbling edifice of self
so raw, so cherished
and with your sycamore soul thus exposed
sit beside you
seeking your sugared self
spile driven deep
a spigot set to seep
your syrup
oh so
sweet
we cling to the underside of the earth
in shadows, eternally fixed
as the world turns
one final time
..
the stifled prophets were right
and I grasp your fingers
to enter the longest night
..
the moon has been cast off
tumbled to a galaxy unknown
Tsukuyomi at last free to dance
unshackled from his lunar throne
..
the glass sea a stagnant pool
settling with miasmic cool
ripples that once were
shall frothy detritus incur
..
we cling to the underside of the world
pupils permanently dilate
ice crystals kissing
our
pallid, primal
state
you have taken my coat
you have torn off my shirt
you have ripped at my skin
entrails contained barely within
a gratuitous graze
of your sordid fingernails
in obtuse arrays
a chorus of wails
from the anguished self
you have emblazoned my scalp
with a thorned crown
raise me up, arms outstretched
then tear me down
i shed myself of you
the shards of me puncture your heels
your scars rest subcutaneous deep
yet my soul bears cavernous
weals
you are attracted to my shine
watching me twirl
trying to define
such an essence, sublime
a diffident whirling dervish
divine
with speed the sparks fly
and you stand closer
intoxicated, i so spry
warm becomes …
well … let’s just say “deep fry”
for such spectacle
none may decry
but
such revolutions as they daze
shall never fortify the ways
of your haphazard, gloating gaze
and I slow
tipping to fall
my spinning top
a fizzing fireball
ignite me again
the power of us
shall invert the sky
clouds stained charcoal
crumble, tumbled on high
your deepest black
absorbs my pale
my white heart aflutter
draws your dark, unveiled
and when urgent caress
yields symphony of skin
we will bend the sensual light
with a lascivious whim
illuminating this night
with our
perfect
sin
you hang low, plump …inviting
sumptuously spawned in summer sun
fleeting fruit so tempting
luxuriant on lubricious limb
the one
should I pluck you now?
anticipating viscid juices, trickling down my chin
should I wait for fuller flavour?
as it intensifies within
i hesitate with such a thought
i spin you, stem spliced with spiral strain
observing the peachy pirouette
seasonally engorged
to please again
