Surround me in circles
venusian halos
You are a sphere for me
take in
take out
while I, buried breath
cower like a dead spider
in a coffin far too large
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
I saw him there under the
treeroots lurking
It was dark thereunder, but he
beckoned darker
*Still your rotting mouth
Shut your eldritch eyes,
or everywhere you'll see him*
I saw him by night in
my window screaming
He had his owlface on
with eyes like
nectar-filled lamps
*Turn away your brittle body
Draw the covers to your chin
and bear the beak in mind*
I saw him on Sunday
in the churchyard digging
He laid the bones of my Father
in the wet wormsoil
for marrow cracked and clean
*Stand still your writhen legs
You cast a shadow over him,
and he reaches up towards it*
I saw him on the strand
in my lover's face seething
He took my lips in his
and breathed into me
her still beating embers
I walked the path back alone,
full of ash
I went to my knees at the altar
and tried to *****
I saw him in the steepled tower
by me standing
He opened his mouth
and whispered the words
I craved to hear
I stood over their graves
and cast no shadow
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I am a babe
suckling milk
from the breast
It is bland
It is benign
With each new experience
it becomes less so
it grows a taste
It is bitter
It is sweet
I grow my teeth and
begin to eat the
meat of it
It is so rich that I ***** it back up
There is none left
I eat the *****
until my body
accustoms itself
I grow strong on it
It twists in my gut:
a white Worm with its
tail in its jaws
My teeth and fingernails
are yellow with it
My eyes and lips
are crusty with it too
I grow my mind and
begin to see the
heart of it
It is vibrant
It is alive
I fear to eat it
I sit at the table
set it with ****** cloth and
cannibalize myself
I realize I am eternal
go to bed weeping and
share me with myself:
My **** is potency
My **** is caprice
I love myself
We lie close and examine
the heart of it
It is grey
It is dead
I eat it without fear
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
All is same, sudden, and fast
Life is taken
I don't want something that can be taken
Love is life
*** is life
Life is irresistible because it's not death
Death is always
Death is unchanging
A blanket soaked in chloroform that you may
wrap about your body to suffocate in stale comfort
Throw it off to ****
Throw it off to lose yourself in burning
clarity in the flesh of another
But that can be taken
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Drawn up in fogskirts
blind eye belights treecrowns
silvered needles wherethrough
motes and embers dance like ice and blood
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
The moon hangs above me
beclouded
A pupil behind a milky cataract
He knows night's words
When he tells me them my
eyes roll to whites
My succubus drapes herself
over me
Her snakehair is such a mess
They tell me love's words while
biting at her *******
That woman is there in the
window again
black backlit cutout
by yellow light so nicely framed
She dances without moving
I throw a rock at her window,
and she stays motionless
I flee terrified
The winter forest draws snug
its blanket
snow unspoiled by track or trail
My breath is smoke on the air
The wastelands burn about me
bergs of ***** bone
They tell me of secret grottos
in cool underground
wherein water
drip
drip
drips
onto tombstones forever muted
My longing lips crack and bleed
My sunblind eyes drift skyward
I scream for the vulture
my friend
to fly me down there
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Witchy witch your
hair swirls about like
an ash-filled firestorm
Lips of razored glass
cut my throat and my
cry of pleasure is a
coughing bloodspray
Witchy witch I thought
I'll take you naked in boiling
cauldronwater
wet hair skeining over
******* shadowcupped like
two ripe halfmoons
I knew your hair was red
down there too
and in you I'm burning until my
skinnerves are eaten
and I can feel naught but
in you I take your hair like
Fenrir's fireleash
and pull me deeper into your
fleshrose
Witchy witch I thought
your throaty cries meant
I'd tamed you I thought
I am dead because you are
flown
and with you
life
Witchy witch
come back sometime
with wings
of heady night
I wait for you
dead
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Blooming seeds you had on
your tongue when I kissed you
on the streetcorner in blaring
sunlight
I wanted to taste them,
and later recalled how thin you felt
your ******* against my chest
subtle enough
but I pulled back
The lightpond where I sat
that's the place where
shimmerish fish float the
smoky air
You caught one and
got drunk on its blood
That ***** look I'd never
seen you wear as you took
my lips in yours
and when your bloodrough
tongue touched mine the
seeds were grown
"Sommersprossen,"
I whispered into your mouth
as you bit off my lip
Thereafter in your starry
room you took your knife
and I mine
*"Ich bin allein
Bereust du?
Wirst du?"*
Our hearts in our hands
spat their deathred mess
and soaked the sheets
Drunk on each other
with lips cherryred
to you I whispered
and to me you,
*"Dû bist mîn
Ih bin dîn"*
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
My body is a taut wire
thrumming like insect-wings
shaking with encaged force
I would like you to sweep-pick
my skin's every nerve
in a heartbeat
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
There is glass all around
it is so clear that I cannot see
if it is there or not
It is so shifting that I can
push my hand against and
feel the outside through it
There is glass all around
It is so porous that I can
press my nose against and
smell her perfume through it
the echo of a scent
There is glass all around
It bends when I run at it
punch it
scream at it
vibrates in the aftershock as
I sit in a pool of spent rage and
watch her billowing beyond the glass
an aftersight echoing
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC