#bacchus
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
And rip, it must,
In adult lust,
The tender youth,
With poisoned rust.
And youth returns:
The friction burns
- The bag of bones -
No age concerns.
And both alone
- The sock of bone,
The sated man -
The broken home.
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
You treat me like Aphrodite
Venusian goddess rising
Pearled milky foam
Like clotted cream speckling my dark skin
We tumble 'cross the bedsheets
Hair pooling around me
Tasting each other
Briny saltwater and Earth
Mingling sweat and it-has-been-far-too-long kisses
And I shall never claim another lover
As I have claimed you
And I shall never mount another man
With as much reckless, unbridled
Abandoning as I have you
You treat me like Aphrodite
Shield me from rain
With your oversized coat
Smelling of clean leather and lingering petrichor
You drink from me as if
You were Bacchus
Drunk off my honeyed lips
Like it was fragrant wine
Drink, my love
Drink and be merry
Lay your head on my lap
Let me run my fingers through your
Sunflower-streaked curls
Let me kiss love and loyalty
Into your mouth
Let it be a contract
Love me like Aphrodite
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
The palm tree and the star,
...are always found together.
The branch and seed of man,
...bound by some secret tether.
All initiates in the mysteries,
...elicit a truth they find.
The palm tree and the star,
...are not just another sign.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
My army snakes the mountain-tops
as fields and valleys rent,
The first to ever wear the crown;
laws of nature -bent.
Mother was my wife as well; she as me, a god.
Appearing again 'in-the-end'...
Apocalypse; I am the king
****** *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC