The watchful gaze shone down,
and then the blade, deep and swift…
Made even gentle bloodied sunrise,
too terrifying for my eyes
Days in hiding came to nights where,
sleep superfluous, I slept not…
Until I shed that sacrificial skin,
now poisoned, now unholy, now thin
And seeing it no longer as my own,
I marveled at its hoary creeds, barnacles…
Its gruesome rust of well-intentioned lusts,
turned water swift to clinging mud
Now free of age, of sins partaken,
a naked Adam in a sweet garden…
Timeless, weightless, a sanctity of soul,
natural man, new-made, now whole
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
An empty urn,
the barren bowl,
a vase awaiting
one pregnant rose
A table barren
of knight's tableau,
stools surrounding
in retched repose
An earthen mug,
Pan's pool in spring,
a coin no longer
worth its weight
Each grounded in its
reason, spherically
precluding its sin—
That ringing at the gate
A life-lived-not falters,
yet blindly clings to fate,
blind Themis holds in
balance still, the cup—
She chose too late
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
What happens the first instant
after our world's end
Is everything still, the pendulum
that lost its surly swing
Does the carven clock sit idle,
not quite enough cuck
to manage one more koo—
But still there’s something left
Or is it a different sort of spring,
not then unwinding fate
But coiling tightly, tighter still
until it snaps, breaks free
Destroys the maker’s hand,
rips down the veil of heaven
And damning every prophet,
sheds wild starlight, wand'ring still
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
A relic, so I once thought
Then no, I must have come early,
too soon to the party without a gift
But I took breath, reckless,
coughing out the past,
future leaking away wetly
And I knew then I was made this way,
imperfectly perfect for this place,
this universe alone, just now—
Never out of time
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
When first you baked for me,
I devoured them like a greedy child,
as if it were my birthday,
yet I was lonely at the party
Now just one last sweet morsel remains,
all I can ponder is sharing with you,
taking your hand when you reach for it,
never letting go the touch of angel’s fire
Then I see you aren’t really here to hold,
chance gone, ship sailed, die cast,
another weak metaphor lost in transit,
fickle words betray me once more
Why then does such feeling persist,
even grow, make a deeper vessel to fill,
build bridges, scale mountains,
cross great seas of doubt and regret
Can it simply be to see the other side,
what would have been, our voices joined,
had different scripts been chosen,
brighter worlds explored together
There is no choice, no magic balm,
I must eat the last cookie alone,
tread brazenly my fated path,
watch you walk yours so fiercely,
And roar exultant from the hill
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
We played the games for weeks on end,
‘cross time and space, with spirits bold
Your spectral teases sparking flames,
and casting thus a spell to hold
You won, yet so did I....
Eschewing
***** treats for purest gold
My own desire, that you would share
your secret dream, your inner hope
You asked each starry night,
what prize of you I sought
But worry not, I’d only want
what never could be bought
That’s not so much, but maybe, yes—
a moment’s touch, a tender kiss
A boon for one who’d be your knight,
if you’ll dare ride the wild hunt
Your alpha wolf, your eagle king,
your phoenix guarding treasured love
Lust’s a simple charm to banish fear—
fear not my darling, we shall thrive
I saw a vision of my prize, a dream,
of you and me supine on crystal shores
On beaches far, in azure seas we swam,
lovers joined ‘neath countless stars
I lay with you awhile, not long enough,
told fairy tales and kissed your lips
Made love and rolled on golden sand,
then took our leave on ghostly ships
So take my tickets darling, take my heart
so wildly beating, quickly to your breast
I’ll wait for you to turn your gaze on me,
then challenge fate to love you last and best
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
When we seek to repoint
the brickwork of the universe,
we risk replacing style with fashion
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still just children, playing carelessly
with matches left by the old trickster
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
If you should go before me,
I’ll re-read every line you ever wrote to me,
every thought we shared so late at night,
the daily noise of our existence,
condensed into keystrokes by weary fingers
I’ll see, in every moonlit glade,
and every time
there are no shadows in the trees,
that special light that always made you shine,
like bright little stars suspended in a globe filled with oil,
shimmering with delight and forgiveness,
waiting patiently to climb the wick
and burn my fingers when I strike the match
And I’ll hear your music,
which you never knew I listened to,
not with my ears, but with my heart,
and it will soothe me to dreamless slumber
when tears soak my pillow in endless twilight
I’ll remember every hungered kiss and every time
you found me hiding under our oak and scolded me
for putting off the work I should have been doing
I won’t put it off any longer
There’ll be nothing left for me but work
All the world gone grey, the mists
of my memories
like a blanket
smothering my tomorrows
But I won’t leave when you have gone
I will pay the tab for the time you gave,
finish everything we planned that autumn morn,
before I lock the gate behind me,
and follow breadcrumbs scattered on the loam
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Be fearless when you kiss me
Let your tongue be bold,
your teeth sharp
Take my blood as your price,
and mark me for your own
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Her need, her dream, my southern love's,
to walk once more the crystal sand,
and lead the sun toward winter’s end
Returning east, she sings my blood,
leaves Riojan wine on my tongue,
her breath of spring and tangerines
Bright northern star did fail its quest,
to hold her fast in autumn's mist,
so now she runs, runs to me in ev’ning
Westerly, her eyes turn to sunset gold,
and so my heart stands where it never left,
in summer’s azure glow, and new beginnings
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC