In Regard to PoetrySometimes I call it a man,
Other times it's a woman.
A bodyguard with bulging muscles,
Or a courtesan with red lips;
But both with perfect breast.
It is the pain of a needle
Searing ink into pale flesh
Pulsing with every strained heartbeat.
Like a snake, it twists up the thigh,
Over the stomach to the heart,
Dashing butterflies in its fiery wake.
Its body is an hourglass
That uses sand from my soul
To measure time by the hour,
By the hour it uses me,
Like an intimate lover
Stuck in suffocating embrace.
It is my pagan god and goddess,
My siren, My satyr;
My ecstasy, My horror;
My rise, and My fall;
Behind all of this is a mirror,
My face reflected in the moonlight,
Familiar eyes with an unfamiliar gleam
A crooked smile,
This is me.
And when you hear my laughter rise
Into a howl;
I am gone,
You do not know me.
Image Book Bricks: Dusty, old, smooth where fingers have brushed by, the birthing place of innovative life, a crack where mother earth pushes through in the form of a vine, history condensed in a fading and forgotten solid mass, the color of his eyes, just as old just as faded, just as forgotten
Leaves: Sitting on top of the laurel wreath on some mighty God's or Goddesses' head, covering up impurity, alive above my head dead beneath my feet, Mother Earth's skin
Books: Bound in skin, weathered, faded, yellow, a journey, my real life, fireplaces and cat's fur, spines creaking and cracking, black tattoos on ivory skin
Thorns: Deceit hidden underneath blushing beauty, The sins of roses, love, hate, despair, The mistress's dagger
Dagger: Attached to the hip, sensual curve of the blade meets the between the ribs of a lover and strikes the heart, deathly beautiful, elegance
Heart: (does not look like this <3) bloody and disgusting but a symbol for something m
Art Trade-The Forbidden LoversWithin the grasping branches
And entangling vines
Of my Mother Earth
Is where I find you.
Sister Moon shines on you,
Sending a soothing light onto
Your browned skin
That quivers under the cold wind's hands.
My long lost Bother Sun
Has spent too much time with you;
Intimately ravaging you with his
Hot hands and burning eyes.
Allow me to brush your fair hair
Away from your starlit eyes
So that my tainted soul
May feel their warm light.
Match your curves with mine
And let me lay you down
On earthy sheets
Made of crumbling leaves.
They cover your naked form
And add a golden sparkle
Over the pale blue veins
Engorged with liquid innocence.
I will drink of it
Until I am filled with your essence,
Until your soul knows only me
And mine seems to flutter into existence.
Only for that instance of ecstasy
Can you make me feel human.