Monday, March 06, 2006


Golden soft spiraling diadem

Loving the pillow so sweetly.

Breathing in the atmosphere

Of absence and supple whimsy.

Perfume of longing and heat

Stirring heavily like a melody;

A song of fresh, beautiful hands

And purple locks sweeping faintly.

Waiting for the stretching limbs

Of the God of transgressions.

Gripping delirium and dismissing

Forgiveness with a slow nod.

Dimness binds closer to embrace

The vibrant enduring colors

Of blood and blue and bite.

Lost with demons and echoes

And no one’s missing me.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Howardian style woven seamlessly into gentle touch


12:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm trying, but not quite up to Howardian style; I think.

12:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thou hast humility where tis needed.

a rare trait!

5:31 AM  

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