Our love is a storm--raging, fire, all-consuming--a tempestYet, in the calm of shared surrenderThe clouds evanesce, ripple The storm wanes, and hues of dusk paint the sky; We embrace once more, until the stars unfold.
Yellow letters rise from shadows deep.Its melancholy ink knows only wide-eyed sleep.what fate may lay waitingfrom tantalizing wishes.The life I love, tornfrom desires nails and kisses.oh what horrors, desolate sorrows,awaits for me in my dreams;for I both love the pains of life, and long for endless sleep.
Trigger warning: This is a true account from my time as an EMT that involves a cardiac arrest. It could be traumatic to some. Cold, you are. I press gently to your neckto feel the flow of life. to find the beating, pulsing heartnothing. Only cold, grey skin. Gasping, The soul slipping but the body … Continue reading Thirty & Two (poem)
Consumed by loveWe thirst for connectionSo that two souls be made oneThe metamorphosis;The ritual;The old body devoured--transubstantiation of bread and wine.To taste the sweetness of love on our lips.Transension. Obsession. VanityThat we may feel the longing for ourselves through others.so that we love ourselves once again.Cannibalistic is love;digests our troubled past to be born anew
Weave the scarlet thread through thriceRemember the pathUnchangingA sacrifice for exaltationRoll the diceAnd sever expectations
Will, my bane, my immoral torturer You deny my every pleaYour judas kiss my deathDeception and lust is your device Longing, craving, achingoh mortal snare. you dance atop my grave.I feel your passion, pulsingThe wise say to deny is to live.I have denied, But longing rises, unending, repeating...To rebuke flesh--pointless.Will, my wounding friend. Are tragedy, my joy, my end.
Let my wanting yieldTo the stranger in needHis desires firstThrough his veinsMy weak pulse beats And slowly My desire bleedsMy body breaks On bread he feedsUntil the next in line receives