Hypnotic,
Dizzied in frenetic sway
She commands gaze
With black licorice lips
Hourglass hips,
And the bluest sapphires
Darting through rust-colored tresses
She’s a Victorian *****
Obsessed with scented depth
A lover paler than death,
Clutching like raptor talons piercing my heart
I give freely to dance to the beat of
Zephyr winds howling and my organic drum.

Lust creeps like a sneaking thief,
Undone by a mischievous Cheshire grin
Fingertips upon me, tracing little circles
Tickling the silky flesh of my lips
I want her in the worst ways,
Blood flooding the gates,
Erecting the bridge I wished to cross her streams
And drown myself face-first in her eaves
I find myself paralyzed in time
In hopes she would unbind,
She simply turns the light off
Whispering into the night

“You are mine”

I am a wolf among ravens,
A transient beast coated in black and silver,
My touch was tenebrous and cold,
Yet I feel your ache -
As unrequited moans ululate
While trembling fingers fumble in honied perversions
Picturing the unseen numinous shape,

I am but an appetite.

Hereupon the cusp of nightfall,
Hear the lugubrious wails crash the panes,
Stained glass refracting artificial,
If you close your eyes,
Look past empyrean gates
Into the coruscating twilight
You will find me there.

Would it be all that you dreamt?
If you could sate your hunger,
Fill your *** with swollen flesh,
Would you then feel the syncretic pull
Break like opposed magnetic ends,
Or is it the chase you crave?
The shadow that slakes pale fingertips in silken wet,
Expression digressions in such southern salivation.

Are you still hungry,
If I gave you the meal you crave;
Would the attention offered -
Provide solace and end your endless need,
Or will you still beckon for more?

I am but an appetite.

Behest the tomb of thought
Gravid in the wound of feeling
Where my eyes deceive their sights
Upon the granite granted gradual sadness
Wetting the ground in which we last said goodbye.

Operatic drama beguiling a whisper
Into the dead of an autumn’s eve
Last secrets carried upon eaves of leaves on a zephyr
Off to the shoreline and into the lake
Lost to me, forever.

Desire plagued the veins
Like a violent overture,
As I dance with madness still
Like a ballroom waltz
And your image my candelabra
Light my way in flicking spurts
Strobing depths into my heart,
I seek you now as the days grow longer still
To kiss my fluttered heart amiss
A chrysalis to this in the midst I writhe and hiss
To be reborn as this, a serpentine gift
To coil and wrap around as a shroud.

Oh, these tears they fold
My once stalwart soul,
Now in an ode, to a love so tormented
In ethereal roads,
We fork like tongues of demons
And kiss like lovers should,
As our trembling twining forms shake heaven-high,
I shall carry you with me,
Bathed in ash - until the sun burns and banishes me.

Maniacally,
The days and nights
Bleed together
Into a time frame
The insane
Tap into
That's a lot like infinity.
Vampiracally,
The years of
Infinity
Bleed together
Into an abysmal
Spiral
Of insanity.
Supernaturally,
Are our states of being.
How well
We blend in
With a dismal
Arrangement
Of plain people
In trains,
Checking their wrists
For the time
As they travel
Physically.
Naturally,
The three of us
Are bound to meet
At some point.
Tapping into
Hidden goldmines
Of psychological
Nuggets
That gleam
With prosperity,
As everything
Melts together
Again.
Everything is sacred.
Everything is connected.
Mining
For hidden connections
Ought to excavate
Feelings of wonder.
The caverns filled
With complex crystals
Of energetic
Freethought
Have long been
Paved over
By trains and
Linear brains
Improving on their
Transistors.
Maniacally and
Vampiracally,
The days and nights
Bleed together,
While the world below
Bustles about;
We appear to be
Just like one of them.
We may even check
Our watch.
Our conditions
Are congruent
In that they are
Nothing less than
Supernatural.