Phoenix Roars

blazing faint
on cool moonlit night,
love flees the divine:

the infinite pleasures
and passions
spun from a bond
everlasting
terrify the mediocre,
and other pretenders
to Truth.

burn with me Soulchild,
burn,
until the end.

let sin be the tinder;
let our souls fuel our flame.
let us devour this world whole,
or drown it
in glory.


Guts

fluttering down
upon your forehead-
like a promiscuous butterfly
seeking soul nectar.

or,
flowing freely from the heart
after rhapsodic wrestlings
with your perfect Muse,
soaring to the depths of wildest abandon.

or,
sore from the kicks,
and heaving from exhaustion,
Inspiration belches
forth from a weeping gut-
ready to spin beauty from the void within.