An instinctual desire?
Something to repeat?
Serenity on fire
Truthful entities which we seek

All in your head?
Or too, the object?
Crawl out from dread
It matters not: what you elect

Eternal or finite?
Contingent on us?
Emphasized by night
Sights of lingering stardust

To make life less dreary?
To keep us afloat?
Possibly a distraction
Merely some cosmic joke

Everyone in their own way
Who you can’t live without
Lighting your flame
Burning up doubt
The welcome stowaway
Drowning your drought
Grey to bouquet
Who you’re thinking about

Ignorance is Bliss;
Knowledge is Freedom,
And Freedom is what You make of it

I left what was right—behind
Right behind—all that's left is dry
Left to right—I write to remember
all the love I left to die

Reflections—all I left was right
Mirroring eyes: "it's alright he left"
Full of fright—these leftovers cry
You brightened my world
and I left you behind

Stories are to Scheherazade—protection from a looming King, as love is to all beneath the deepest sorrows of life.

Inducing pleasure
Beyond earthly measure
Time's tether—I searched for you
Unearthing treasure
Oh!—how such flavourful fantasies came true

You've pulled me from darkness
Enlightening all that surrounds us
Such soulful connection surmounts trust
Shining stardust—loving eyes sparkle

"What raw lust!"

Caressing touch—
Together, we tremble
Together, we are bright
Willfully I succumb—all-encompassing light

May our ties forever be tight
A life together—free from plight

tHE bEAST lIES dORMANT.

You stumble upon a cave.
Cool breath purges from its mouth;
Waves producing shivers—
Shadowed by curiosity?
Cremating all doubts.

And for one last time,
Reason dictates how you behave.

“Come in, oh ripe blood.”
tHE bEAST’S vOICE tRICKLES oUT.

Amalgamated teeth—hung above,
Saliva drip-drops unto the ones below.
Under your feet,
A tongue of damp-dark snow.
Although... last light lies within,
Hence who’s to claim it isn’t so?
Eyes strain—a distant glow.

tHE bEAST lICKS iTS lIPS.

Slight stumble—
If only you could sense these ***** tricks!
Again steady…

aS tHE bEAST iS tOO.

Desperately you reach for the light,
Blinded by its cathartic might,
You grab tight.
Oh!—how the cave grows darker than night,
Depreciating sight.

tHE bEAST’S hUNGER iS sOOTHED.

Relentlessly you paw for a way out,
But the beast’s mouth has long since shut;
Infinite rut—you scream and shout.