empty need
rages unchecked
within.
Void.
yet,
we
must
consume.
life
unquenched.
lust
devoured.
a vacuum,
abhorred.
and crumbs
of
desire
fall impotent
against soft lips
sealed
with a
flaccid kiss.
fear reigns
whistling behemoth
tickles up the spine.
tamed ferocity
laughing
out
loud.
and Giants
and devils,
roar with glee.
singed
by the fire
burning in me.
plaintively
unapologetic….
for what need?
beyond the edges
and the boundaries found within,
fear reigns,
as the prevailing wind
visionary
the swift
dissapation
of
a Truth
so
Real
returns
the soul
to its Natural
state.
Yearn not.
Hope not.
Love all,
but
Praise none.
Witching Houri (Solstice Kommt)
night
slow-ly
slips under
powder gray sky.
the birds
sing still.
the snaps
of bats’
wings
play like castanets
as evening swings
seductive hips,
calling fairies out to play.
and the birds
sing
still.
and
we wait
for the Thunder
&
for the
Rain.
riverdance
a million diamonds
shout
in
shimmering ecstasy.
joining a
frozen symphony
in time.
and then
the choir
falls silent.
the magic passed,
and questions left
unanswered,
again.
Burst
build.
wait.
come.
spent,
and
waiting.
silence
is not silent
in a soul ablaze with Light.
that silence
is the explosion
between two
hearbeats.
so close
my eyes
and let us
welcome oblivion,
together.
shhhhhh, it’s coming
in a
moment
of stillness,
revelation
dribbled off the
wings
of a
wasp.
and
i sought
its sting
on my
tongue.
Flight
my wings
are
strong and
I have fallen before.
i need
nothing,
but a dream of
you.
my soul is
free
to sing
and
to soar.
i need
nothing,
but a kiss from
you
fire
and
shame
have scorched
this skin.
i need
nothing,
but my faith in
you.
destiny’s story
is written
already.
i need
nothing,
but to read with
you.
unknown glories
await hungering
eyes.
i need nothing,
but you.
Funknasty Grummerts
creeping
across cracked
and dry skin like ancient hard cobwebs,
hurts long past
reanimate
zombie traumas.
present
&
past
meet in this moment which
slides
peacefully back
into yesterday.
another lover lost
to inevitable mistrust.
another opportunity missed:
fear flies free.
Desire
lapsed
and dormant,
we watch the world
spin.
Pleasure
forgotten.
Ecstasy,
nothing more
but a memory
long lost.
for what do you hunger?
for whom do you lust?
why have you not devoured?
do you fear the surrender
found in each thrust?
this world waits.
we wait.
i wait.
for you.
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