Feigned innocence
Chaotic purity
Ruby trickling down her sacred lips
And he shivered
Breathing
Swollen and raw
Dark marks on impure skin
Golden blood running from ancient veins
Immortality
Silence
Then screaming
Echoes
And fading
Until secrets are unwoven
Like cloth unraveled on crooked forms
Throats pumping
Vulnerability
Danger
Love
Obsession
Ruby trickling
Ichor strings
Sharp teeth
Sharper hearts
Glass shards
Wholly heaving
Shudders
Pupils staring
Starlight
Dizziness
Thrilling
She bit
He cowered
The king
And his queen
She was the one who ruled

In romantic relationships
You speak Latin
And your empire falls

In platonic relationships
You speak Greek
And think about caves

And I openly pledged my
Heart to the grave and
Suffering land, and often in the
Consecrated night, I promised
To love her faithfully until
Death, unafaraid, with her
Heavy burden of fatality, and
Never to despise a single one
Of her enigmas. Thus did I
Join myself to her with a
Mortal cord.

where do we go from here,
from this broken fort?
who do we fall into,
after bleeding on cupid's court.

don't follow to close,
for you'll catch my sad remorse.
slam your door,
on my aching warmth.

let me dip in Lethe,
to forget my woes.
take a shallow breath,
who are you? only heaven knows.

She was a numinous beauty
of eclectic ideals,
body tall and slender,
skin pale and smooth.
She was……
My work of art
She was everything
a fool could want for
but She was hard
and unfeeling
her body marble cold
She was held
aloft, aloof
from this world
Her eyes vacuous,
vapid, and gray.
But I liked her that way
She was My perfect perfidy,
My big ******* to the gods
She made me a faithless man
as I lost sight of all but her

I’ll take you to the gardens in which
I was once taken.
And I will allow you to be mistaken
By the kindness that enriches
My sole being in plenty.

As in this sun that Apollo gave us once,
In a kiss that hollowed our hearts to be tied.
The grass is rich like your reflection in my eyes
And yes, in these vines we are amongst
The lovers of my slight past, yet you are important to me.

And your lips are firm I see,
As you clasp them around
That coffee which came from my grounds
And my grounds call for you
As in this place we are meant to be.

See, I deserve you like Gaia didst life,
And the butterflies that swarm
This garden so warm
Take my queries and my strife.
As do you, within these trees.

The hydrilla that lies beneath your river
Grasps my shins and begs me not to leave
Yet my intentions are not to grieve
The curtains that fall over your eyes at ease.
To you, an emotion to feel, my garden agrees.

they say blood is thicker than water but haven't they heard
of ichor?

ichor;
the deep felling within, when you sense that something may
go wrong but let's set that thought aside because you don't know
what happens when the blood boils of gods and goddesses
or when the hues of gold and silver yearn for solitude as they
transform into something new; more precious, more expensive.
falling from the slick blade of a hero, poison to any mortal. but us-
humans- are wicked. if that blade falls into our palms, we'd corrupt
the world by spilling ichor for our mutual misunderstandings. so
we let ichor fall back into history- a curse for the reader- hoping one day that it'll fall into innocent hands so that once again,
unleashed from it's chains, would come Hade's hounds coming
to get you.