She writhes
         in a slither
                of dyed silk
rending
         the darkness
                with her sighs.
   - mce

many flowers, only one blossom...*

the singularity
of it

even a king does not
ride the same mare
twice

each particular
and unique

each time a new
first time
whomever the
writhing body
beneath

whether upon

the car hood
or cemetery grass

behind a dumpster
or in a bed even

one's red ****
explodes
disturbed
only by a
ceiling fan

another clutches
screams and howls
out an aria

a third comes
silently with
giant moon eyes

tenderness
of thighs
and the
sweet wet
mystery
between

none admit
comparison or
nostalgia

each one complete
and unique

satisfaction is
not a number

whether one
or a hundred

even a king cannot
mount the same mare
twice

each woman
always singular

not one
ever twice.

Ruby lips etched sharply
Against a gauzy memory
Pensively floating on the hope
Of a love long lost.
She resides in a murky present
Time out of place
Creating a romance of a silky past
Delicately draped on her soft shoulders.
Locked in a whirlpool of faded emotions
She yearns for substance that is both
Supportive and translucent
Unsatisfied but not hopeless
Resting upon her reverie
Evening slips into night
Dreams envelop her.

cloud in the sky,
drifting, rose of
the skies, wanderer.

elation, wild heart,
sea of wild stars,
sea, incredible love.

winter sea, wilderness
and wild flowers,
stars burning the skies.

i am jealous
because all of my
love wants you,

i am jealous
because my beautiful
love wanted you,

kissing me in dreams,
sighing like a ghost,
like the waves of the sea i so love.

tonight i want the sea more
than your love, some days
my heart just longs to be wild.

tonight i will make you jealous
of the sea.

O' Earl Jane nagley
For thee;
I shalt.

Be keelhauled
Tied to a rope;
With mine flesh torn off, for thee to be happy.

I shalt haveth mine head chopped off
By a two man blade saw;
Mine top flopping into the basket.

I shalt taketh the head crusher
Where mine eye's pop, mine teeth chatter;
As mine bone's caveth in on me.

Squeezed, I shalt be
Into the iron maiden;
Spike's pushing to mine *****'s, cruor to paint the town.

Mine rose, I shalt be staked for day's
Hot coal's to light the wood ablazed;
As the crowd's watching mine agony.

Mine angel, around the wheel
I shalt spin, joint's ripped, leg's to bend;
Humiliation to maketh me a mockery as I moan.

O' Earl Jane nagley
Seashore Scaphism wouldst erode me;
As the summer putrid shalt burn me, as insect's feast their table.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©,Lonesome poet's poetry

Sundown in Onyx


Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Ask if we are far along enough
now
for a close up,
when my eyes are closed
it's my heart that answers
in body movements.

So does it really matter
from whence the wind comes
who tags along with strings
and violins as long as it brings
him to me
gently.


and  gently he would come,
opens me as
soft as petals,
prying inside, branded,
as hot as a red iron
with his blushing in me.

brushing of cheeks,
in plaits of winter twine
and in my mind ,
I could not stop this soul
song from happening.


takes me into it's web of desire, and
cradles me there wet and unfolding
as a flower that
blooms in the dark dew
of June nights and gold leaves.

grasp my lower jaw and force
apart my lips, open my mouth ,
and check for teeth ,
examining the inner walls
filled with the width of the world
in subconscious whispers
slowly exploring the fit within reach.


love this body that calls for a raven
shameless and craven,
thoughts of him
black as onyx at my neck
oval as half of eternity,
there is no space
between my heart
and where this sun goes
down.

There you are.
Hundreds of miles away from me.
Yet when I hear your voice through my phone.
It feels as you are right next to me.
I think of you laying next to me.
Holding me as I sleep.
And I can feel every curve of you against me as though you are really there.
Oh how I love our midnight talks.
Confessing every detail of ourselves.
Telling things no one else knows.
And though I love it.
I would do anything for you to really be here.
I don't know how to live without you next to me.
You are my everything.
My other half.
My wish upon a shooting star.
You are the dream non compare to.
If only I could see you.
Hug you for one moment.
I know my world would be okay.
I know my smile would finally shine.
I can't wait to see you.
Finally be able to hold you.
And kiss that smile I love so much.
Be able to look into the eyes that hypnotize me.
Oh how I miss you.
How I love you.
I can't wait till I can finally see you.
It's so close to the time.
We're months away.
Weeks away.
Days away.
Moments away.
And now we're here.
With you sitting next to me.

There are days I wish the rain would stop
And days that I pretend
That drenched under a weeping sky
The rain would never end.
An endless, steady shower
Flooding fields and streets and brains
Sopping wet, my pruning skin
Forever water-stained.
"Cleanse my conscience, make me whole,"
I whisper to the clouds
Lightning often crashes, but
My thoughts are just as loud.
And wading through the rising tides,
I realize what I've done.
Drowning in the misty gray,
I long to feel the sun.
I know that soon the rain will stop,
For so much time has passed.
Soaked to the bone with trembling hands,
I'll see the light at last.
A golden glow will dry the earth,
Few puddles will remain.
But the storm within me rages on-
The rain is in my veins.