"kitsune" poems
dipped in fires of revenge
black as night and hung on edge
she calls out unto me
a wisp of smoke
and the fire pokes
now I see my soon to be
stars shine up from water, clear
silent noise is all we hear
she reaches for me desperately
over edge and pressed against
imaginary chain-link fence
but together we live separately
harrow here, yes, hurry here
be my darling kitsune, dear
we'll be alone eventually
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Oh, Kitsune! You hit me like a tsumani.
Beautiful just like origami. So Intricate and unique
So this is how it feels to have a heart beat?
Every morning feels like a new day.
I'm so glad something can make me feel this way.
All that pain taken out by the tide,
I think without you I just might have died.
Internally as the stife rides high.
Cerebelum is reverberating all the environs.
Radiating as if emotions where ions.
Then the universe brought me a small little fox.
All packed up neat in a digital box.
And soon I get to open the gift.
And maybe feel a feeling I really missed.
So thank you kitsune, you make it alright.
Just a sneaky fox stealing my heart in the night.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
The fleeting fox red and coy
A creature of false unbridled joy
It's legs through dieing leafs do fleet
Behind its face is true deceit
In the light its gleaming ebony eyes
Are filled with truly sinister drives
Almost cheshire is it's smile
A haunting topping to all it's guile
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
Twirling and whirling
an understanding entanglement.
Back to back our eyes never once meet.
I tell their story through my lens
they agree.
The music flows
our bodies move mindlessly
one.
Energy radiates weaving itself through our spirits.
The music spins out
the story comes to an end.
It seems as if our meeting is done
this dance is just the beginning.
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
I miss the way me and you used to be,
How I hugged you-sang you my favourite song,
I gave my heart to you at the bottom of the sea,
You left it there, drowning with nowhere to belong,
You ran while it screamed and cried for you,
Ran until it's last beat was all but complete,
It's not your fault, you didn't have a clue,
You ran while your eyes were in concrete:
You couldn't see the Witch before your eyes;
Charm your mind, poison your body, spell your soul,
Don't listen to the Siren- swim to your demise,
Kitsune won't stop until you're under her control,
I'm sorry to brittle bone that I lied, lied, lied:
No matter what we go through I'll always love you,
My heart is dead at the bottom of the sea, but still cries,
Hoping you'll swim down to find me like a lost tattoo ,
And I'll wait for you to come hear my favourite song,
Cause me and you will never be apart for too long.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Do you feel me,
even now...?
...I can still taste you,
the ineffable flavor, of you...
the unfathomable essence,
of you.
The scent of you, like sweet suede,
and oiled leather,
teases flaring dragon nostrils...
and you cling, to my palate,
foaming ebulliently,
upon anemic lips,
in a dark ale; a rich wave,
like a full-bodied stout.
Your molecules, dance,
so harmoniously;
falling into step, with mine,
and then bursting,
into sweetly soured air...
still waltzing, in an undisturbed cadence
on the back,
of my outstretched tongue.
I hunger, for you;
for the undivided sum, of you.
I long, to be punch-drunk,
on the volume, of your liquor...
and walking dizzy circles,
trying to find the unbroken path,
in the medium of starlight,
that will lead me, to your own galaxy.
You ease, and excite,
in a fragment of breath,
that steams static skin,
and urges it, into eager life.
You exist, in a tangled stream
of my consciousness...
the ghostly imprint of your lips,
teasing the ganglia,
like the trailing, kitsune tails,
of a whip,
and brushing towards the brain stem
in long, torturous flicks.
You live there,
like an implant...
you are woven, into a carnivorous tapestry
of living, breathing scars...
that reach around my heart,
like needful arms.
Oh, my sweet,
fractured,
lover
won't you rob my lungs,
of their next succession, of breaths?
...And render me comatose, again.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
fighting together—
cold white melts under warm sun
the truth bathes the lie
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC