Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.

I am afflicted by nyctophilia
Like a moth obsessed by the neon
All around shrouded by dark skies
No parasol to shield her from her cold cries
Drowning upon the asphalt
Dreams mirroring back in the waters we wept.

In the morning I’m craving nightfall
My veins weaken when the light touches
My blue river streams carrying red sediment
To bring me alive when I bite deep inside
And take you within me again.

We mix like dry goods
Red velvet and moist
Exsang  along the marble top
Like spilt wine, I’ll drink you in
And just like the rain,
Amid the night sky
I’m addicted to you.

Would you offer your throat till the white roses run red
Would you tilt your neck till it mimics the gallows bite
Would you arch your back while my fingers grip you like the rack
Shoulders of a beast set to prowl
Distance met by a jump of static
Graze along sanguine thrum
Intoxicant for syringe canine
Moment to savor before the plunge
Pour in my mouth
Lap at the slice
Nails coffin, sign your song to my back
Only the moon plays observer
Voiceless the scream
Mirror the clouding heavens light
Cherish the life that flows from you
Glee it fills in me
Edge to the end, the final drip
From my arms, to the ground do you slip

you’re the ghost
of the younger you
as you float
down the stairway

catch your eye
you crack a smile
we sit and pine
for a while

down the drain
pour the coffee that
we didn’t drink
too cold

hear the girl
in the stereo
singing tunes
from long ago

don’t lie to me my friend
are we really at the end?
should’ve dressed for the event
but i know we’ll meet again

i’ll wear something black and red
you’ll apply my favorite scent
and if still we both forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end

i’m the wraith
of the younger me
as i joke
to see you laughing

hear the boy
on the radio
as your gaze
meets the door

don’t lie to me my friend
are the waves upon the sand?
they may rip you from my hand
but i know we’ll meet again

and i’ll wear my darkest cape
you’ll put on your finest lace
and if still we should forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end

Into the drought of night
Stale air perfumed with petrichor
A potpourri of musk and dead
In the depths of dead end alleys in fog
Will you come to me if I call?

My darling darkling,
How the eves of your eaves
Quake to a roaring thunder
In need of the ****** to break your dams
And tear your faith asunder.

Sing me a song, my starling
I’ll give you your wings
To fly into the sunset
For one last kiss upon the purple haze
Where the orange blaze displayed
Escapes and we become one under Luna,

Forever and a day,
Lovesick in stricken veins
A fetus of a new day,
Birthed upon the vine
Alchemic in the cemetery
The way our fluids mix
As spirits combine,  
And our souls touch in ethereal throes
Where passion knows no bounds
Beholden to you, my beholder
My darkest wonder,

Will you take my hand?

And enter this permanence
Of blood letting decadence
Where the stars envy our infinite sway
In the night that we praise,
In every city razed
Set ablaze,
Our eternal darkness remained
Ensnared to me-
My beautiful dream

Whisper to me…

This putrescent bouquet,
Molts petals from its beauty
Dullen colors once vibrant,
Now sullen and drained of vibrancy,
Caught in the umbral,
Everything ends and as I -
Grasp the last thorny stem,
I lay upon the marble slate moribund.

Take grasp of my cadaverous hand,
Hold me in trepidation, but don’t falter
Bite your flesh until the wine spills,
Little rivers pooling like ruby lipstick
Now kiss me, parasitic, I feed
And once renewed,
I’ll return to you,
A flower in blossom once again.

Copper high notes,
Something mixed in the iron
Redder than a Syrah,
Dripping down and off frigid white marble
A puddled pool, light refracting
While I stare into the crimson mirror,
Bathe me in you,
Blanket me in your wet pneuma,
Intoxicated in the Luke warm,
In between each finger stir until sediment
Black obsidian
Alive next to your emptied meridian,
Remembered in the earnest of taste
And always now, a part of me, consumed.