I killed him slowly, a bit each day She twisted the knife into her chest For he still lived inside her, at her deepest core She knew well his price in her flesh And she made the trade Bleeding... Continue Reading →
The light of the world Summons the inner darkness They play, taking turns Making wild love and Dissolve into my existence.
I was feeling low today A bit out of place My fur not so warm Should I hibernate before winter? But then love from distant lands arrive Sealed and stamped Oh! I'm still loved and Winter can wait!
My invisible feathers will take flight Across the mountains and oceans In to the sun and the stars.
Soon these flowers shall wilt and die Do I pick them now to adorn the vase on my table Or do I let time breathe away their life In to the vastness of this world
She drank the perspiration of an unwelcome dream Life stirred in the graves in her bosom of the man who left and whose fragrance lurked in what he left behind.
Some depths are so seductive that you want to drown in them and die.
I want to be a turtle a nice olive ridley perhaps warm and cozy in my rock shell head tucked in arms cupped over my sea bossom wagging my tail happily in this brilliant blue oceanic soup. Or I'll rather... Continue Reading →
Dig my grave when I die Tell the world with a cry What you found at that depth The stench of death A feast for worms Devoid of chromes Tell the world what you found I don't mind, already hell... Continue Reading →
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