i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Our love was beautifully vapid
The evanescence of it; pure misery
But I could not stop to wait for you
Because you were a ******-the most innocent of the pure
And corruption trickled out my veins
                            it was melted wax



I saw you-holding the unlit cigarette to your mouth-never inhaling
but the temptation
it empaled you like a thorn
Your parents. Your highly respected reputation, will you burn it?
Will you **** her?
Will you **** me?

Can you withstand the allure of the forbidden fruit?


Salvation; you want to be saved
                 You want **** the lust that veils you
And I want to preserve it
But it slips from my grip like a drunken bottle of whiskey

And you return to your savaging chasteness
And I can no longer wait for the day your loosened morals
   Protrude like a needle

What I
remember
most
were the
sweet dimples
in the soft flesh
of your elbows
as you passed by

Although
they appear
on many
another’s arm,
only yours
upend
the unsettled
chasteness
of my dreams

In the chasteness of seabirds,
i will rise,
i will break the mountains apart,
for i am what was
what is
and what will be
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
alive with closed eyes
to dash against darkness

You woo me deep
into the ecstasy of your pristine chasteness...

where dry leaves of Aspen and Beech and Birch
sussurate to the music of a lazy breeze,

where Hummingbirds
**** in frenzy
nectar from the orange glees
of the flame-of-the-forest trees,

where Hawthorns
lure the breeze
to weave its vibrance
in their domes of green glory,

where shrunken streams
bask in their white pebbly flourish.

Like an enchantress,
you lure me to the depth of your
rapturous bliss!

To say farewell, my heart pains.
I leave a beat of my heart
to ramble with the roving breeze
perennially in your alluring meadows!

A tribute to my favourite vampire duo of all times, Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan.  

With a heart soft as the moon
With a light breath on fire
I fly soundly across the sky;
I leap from time to space.

In the weight of the morning;
At the longing time of nights
I hear murmurs in the distant;
Hoards of sirens, churning deaths.

I jump about all the dark trees;
Searching for the blood in thee
When thou may perch ‘cross the river
Damp hair glossing thy neat forehead.

When thou read alone, and just
Recite lines of dried sarcasm
Pondering in tears, all over again
Until nights drain away in pain.

When thou stand alone, and hear
My cold footsteps are sealed close
To lie about, and drink from thee
Feeling triumphant, breaking free.

I hunt, I tear every safe flesh
Thy stoical screams sound fresh;
I paint rude love, dread and sweet pains
All wild in thy wavering voice.

The stutter, the wail be gone
All that be left is death alone
Adrift; devoid of branched lives
Reeking of dust and sand and wrath.

The veins, the fleeting beat is torn
All consumed by the whirring nights;
A new vampire hath just been born
A birth of the devil, the dark skies.

I turn to thee, soaked in temper--
Those angelic eyes unborn wonder;
Thou kiss me in a mythical embrace
With a heat only I can see.

I bathe in thee, drowned in red light
Feasting on love on a summer’s night
Thy Grecian soul lain quiet and sweet,
A rose of lavished, pleased chasteness.

I am burnt in thee, drawn to the moors
Thou, drifting to me lyrical months
So as to spend times in utter youth
and feel hours with a fluent grace.

I am born to thee, to my heart
The earths, grounds that are now ours
To spend paces at wanted hours
To be a young vampire again.

I am bound to thee, to define me
That I might love ardently;
To live with thee by my side;
To turn days into a cold night.

I am true to thee, to be mine
That I cherish love and lyrics;
To be more, to have enough--
To replace all cries with love.

He said he would no longer toy with her
But there could be no promise
Take the chance or not
She loved him enough to say yes to life together
But he only wanted her pride in him
There was never a woman who thought him perfect
An imperfect house, every wall crooked
A leaky roof, the carpet stained
on and on and on
Yet what did they see when they walked by?
Why did they knock on the door?
Did they know what was on the inside?
They would tell him once, then paint the walls
It was smile, his courtesy, they could see
how he felt about them
Yet,
fearful of his own passion
He assumed too much
Their fidelity, their chasteness
Could this woman want a crude man
Throwing her on the floor, violently mating
No, how could that be?
Instead,
it became a canvas to paint delicately
But he could not decide which color
Or how many
Should he lay the canvas on the floor
And pour the paint upon it’s expectation?
Her impatience became like a bird
upon the updraft of its calling
She flew away to the island mountains
The rivers had risen
It’s feet shuffling to a liquid dance
Subsuming the rocks and valleys
But it was no matter to her
She could fly
He wondered if she would come back
She deserved everything
She could fly
She deserved his promise
And her criticism
He had to be able to take it
He was just a man
But he was a man
He had to take it
And she was there for him to love her
That was what he thought anyway
Did he ever really know a woman?
Each one a fantasy
But he could not lift them up that far
Only in his mind
He wondered
So many children
So many unhappy women
They would give life
Then they would suffer through it
He never understood
Screaming at him
But staying night after night
Was that love?
Was that a woman?
It was as if her life was a miscarriage
It was so close
It was alive
It was happiness
And then she thought
I should have been there for you
For you
My baby
My life
And he thought about this
He regretted thinking of her as an angel
It was too much for her
She just wanted loyalty
He watered her garden
He dusted her pictures
There was so much to lose
He couldn’t ignore it again
He was a skeleton
He wanted his skin back
He wanted his organs
He wanted his life back
To breathe
To eat
To feel the inside of a woman
Through her eyes
So he waited for her answer
He knew what it would be
Loyalty does not compromise
She was a woman
It was not a game

the something you alive,
white naked
blue eyed
stranding
blonde
darkly
wheat gold

i run
,a finger,
through

while makes
gladness
sing saying
by voice
the mouth
of your
soul

i (Dear)
am not
without thy
chasteness
after chasing
the morning
on hills cloaked in
crocus and thyme

reach to hold
the crust of your
divine health

a cheek
pallid
struck through
(rouge)
and beating
little by

heart
this my
dear
let
this anthem
of thy breath

ring through
all stillness
a golden tone

exciting every
atom to
DANCE