We shall need

a very private
language for this.

Let us create it.

A language
for lovers,
not strangers.

We are those lovers,
supplicants at this altar.

These syllables
will bind us
in lovers knots.

The ceremony begins.

We shelter
in our bodies
holy flesh
steadily chanting
this communion.

Slowly touching,
slowly turning,
slowly burning,

we begin the dance.

We whirl
until we merge

and the magic
takes hold

as we pronounce

in sounds never
heard before,

the incantation
of a spell
that begins
with words,

but ends
in ecstasy.
   ~mce

My hunger grows day after day
All boys should stay far away
Or I'll rip open their chest;
Take their heart and leave the rest
Even though I hunger and thirst for love
I am but a raven acting like a dove
For behind this oh so,"pretty," mask
Is a monster who has only one task
To rip open, break apart and devour
The hearts of boys who do not cower
For where my own heart once did beat
Lies that which several boys did defeat
And though the pieces lay true to form
My broken pieces will never again reform
I am the one monster, the only blue beast
On which little boys hearts, loves to feast
I sound and look like a victim:You are the prey
But the prey never listens to what predators say
I long for someone to break the spell, this curse...
  
  
  
But Who Could Ever Love A Beast?

She was just a girl,
Barely knew her name
Such light behind her eyes
That moment relieved my pain
Maybe that is why...

She was just a girl,
But her presence addicted
Combining fear and love
It was she who persisted

She was just a girl,
Alone now, so long since I fell
There will always be the moment
When her eyes cast that spell

She was just a girl,
And I, a willing victim
Still to this day
But, I love her for that
Sweet child of May

Furtive fugitive du noir
Tu apparais.
Chez toi tout n'est que contraste
Pure intensité.

Ta longue chevelure de soie
Enveloppe tes hanches
Alors que tu danses
De ton corps et de mon regard
Tu fais une unique joie.

Seul le hasard a le pouvoir de nous réunir
Et la vue est le seul sens
Par lequel nous nous connaissons.

Pourtant le dessin de ton galbe dans la nuit
Allume la flamme qui m'éveille
Et me fait renaître à la vie.

Love came
When I was on my own
Love came
When I was left in the cold
Love came
when I was barefoot
Love came
And gave me hope
Love came
And gave me warmth
Love came
And broke the spell
Love came
To fetch me out of hell
Love came!

You put your feeble fingers
on the small of my back, just like that..
and In that instance,
I completely forgot your name.
I forgot where I was,
who i am,
and what to say.
I looked over to you
and the sun was beaming on your face
the tips and edges of your hair glowed brown
almost like an ombre halo.
In that instant, all I could think was
"god, he's so hot."
All I could think of was
"ben.. ben.. ben..."
and your name pounding through my mind
like an unbroken incantation.

I wished for you
excessively.
  greedily.
     immeasurably.
I craved you for days on end
and finally,
   finally.
I got to see the way
your lips form around the precipice
   of my name;
I felt your hand on my waist
as your touch provokes every minute nerve  
      in my body;
I drowned myself in the  
   depth of your eyes
that glisten with wonder as you    
      decipher
the spell you've cast upon me
and how it speaks volumes of every
   fairytale ever made;
and I have had a taste of all of this
    I've had you
    right within my breadth,
just until the warmth
    of the rising sun
  kissed my eyelids awake,
like the tender whisper of the    
       cosmos
or the discordant bellowing
of the void
   as it reminds me:
      You are unattainable.
Right then again I was able to  
   comprehend
that you will remain an illusion to me
      until our paths cross once more
   and in that moment,
nothing will be capable of surpassing
      the bewitchment
   the resplendence
the luminance
of the mere reality that is you