You still don't get it, do you?
I don't like your godly love
Or godly flowers
Or godly proposals
Or godly weddings.

*******
I don't like anything that is
godly.

Call me in the middle of the night
at 3 AM, perhaps
call me and talk to me about
your dreams and nightmares
and fears and dreams back again.
Introduce me to your demons.

I would love that.

Her touches connect me
to the magic and that's
what she
does.

In the weaving of spells,
incantations,
she dwells in
my heart.

There's no abracadabra can beat her
only me
and I'd never defeat her,
the magic gets stronger
the longer we touch
and the touch
connects me to her heart.

Few things are as black
As a snowless December morning

In Norway.
Some nights it's so

Dark I can't
Sleep.

The mistress of time
her hands are mine, but
the lady tells lies
see
how she flies and
devours the hours in my day.

One way or another she'll
see I'm her brother and
leave me to wind and wend
through her tendrils until
upon reaching the end
I end.

I wonder why the dead only
Pass through my bedroom
Goosebumping my exposed arm,
When I'm alone.

It's as if they won't disturb us, or
Know they'd startle her a lot more
Than they do me.
They're as unsensational to me as

Any gust of wind; falling stars
Leaving temporary tails on the night
Skies like salamanders escaping the
Grasp of a hungry atmosphere.

Faceless footsteps, doors opening,
Invisible tenants at times nudging  
Me awake, whispering wordlessly:
Did you blow out that last candle,

Young man?
Creaking walls, blinking lights.
I welcome them with warm
Sincerity. Dead or alive,

A fleeting mist in an old room
Or flesh and blood speaking only
Of times long gone over lukewarm
Tea; I always respect my elders.

Bite me now.
it's five,
I killed the clock for waking me
so bite me now before the
day
starts draining me.

I need a jump start for this tired heart,
an alligator clip hooked up to the mains
to give me some zip,
bite me now before I fade
it's 5 am and
time I made
a move.