The essence of love
From a beautiful precious birth
Spouts the purest form of innocence; love
To exalt those who shelter our sole being
Conscious love brings fear and mental torment
To taint and eradicate our ethereality
Infected with bleak reality
Lunar sorrows of solitude and seclusion
Demonic presences reap at the heart
Bringer of dread, separation with no solution
Loss of my heroine, Queen of beauty
Desolate and afraid, naked and cold
By chance, arbitrary love and yearning
The insatiable appetite for such a person
Unescapable feelings of bliss and elation
Consumed by exultation
Solace and soothing serenity
How I cannot picture a life without thee
A tomb of anguish and sorrow
Eternal lamentation
We must stay intertwined and inseparable
Clasped together until bleak nothingness
Engulfed by your presence, my Queen of the
night
Dressed in satin black
Princess of darkness, priestess of mars
I call out to Eros
To extol the highest power
Two souls cast by a single flame
A shared rhythm of beating hearts
Entangled til death swallows our existence
The essence of love

The very essence of fluorescence
Taunts that which I can never see
From a self that I could never again be
Once unafraid and unfettered -
Catching its radiance under umbral canopies
Bathing in the healing rays like a soothing salve.

..How foreign now…

As I stare into the dark indigo shroud
Lit by the pallid mistress,
Curvaceously enticing the howls from wolves
Who, like me, chases to find a cure to hunger
Driving in the very black veins,
Longing to feel a pulse or beat -
While time retreats and like a clock I repeat
Casual flings tapped into ripened vines
An honored host, I spill not a drop of their precious wine
And when the light dithers, I can feel the life wither

…Will I never love another?…

The nights are endless,
The stars wane to a dull twinkle
An endless charade paraded with feigning smiles,
Immortality is purgatory, as all the sins compound
And though the dozens enumerate the years
I see only you, lost in the distance.

…Will you ever forgive me?….

She sits on the throne made of thorns
As a blooming rose catches blood drops
Like falling petals.

Eyes like cold obsidian daggers
Catch me in a trance bewildered
Dancing by the moonlit flora
Awash in diluted reverie,
A court jester to the night queen.

Her bountiful thighs part
And cross as her scent imbues
Madness at the froth of my maw
Spores like fungal infection-
Reduce my inhibition to a ravaging pulse,

This need -
Bores through sensibilities
As even the whispers of trees
Caution of these next moments
A harking plea from a zephyr breeze
But I am enthralled to this carnality
As she coaxes with her diaphanous digits,
I am but a genie to submit to her wishes

There by her side, sat below her
Kissing cold alabaster silky flesh
I could feel her touch, the wintery death of her breath
As fingers reach her wetted velvety lips
I could not feel her playful nips
As appetizers ripened hunger and her grip -
Cuffed ‘round my wrist
Pulling me from her honey *** gift
To meet her gaze, unafraid.

Lost in this trance,
Madness at the froth of my maw
I could not sense the peril,
Nor fear what I loved so earnestly
Without regret or second thought
As her effortless kiss caught my neck
Transcendental dreams reached fever pitch -
As my form began to sink from her effluvium kiss
My reddest wine is what she divined to dine
And the midst of such bliss
I came to fruition in nocturnal emission.

Awash in diluted reverie,
Ephemeral captured moments
Lost like youthful vitality,
As the last sanguine drop dripped dutifully
I was but a rose petal before the throne of my lover’s garden.
My goddess of the night.

Ebon locks and sapphire orbs
Dance bout her pallid tones
While Aurelian shadows dance across her
By candle light, by baleful moon
Consumed by the call of carnal bliss
Our bodies collide and swerve in serpentine kiss
And I was born of this a chrysalis
In the thought of echoed loneliness
My fluttered heart amiss.

Where do you go when the day breaks, the dawn?
Where can I find you if not in carrion song?
Where are you my darling?
Where do you go when the light chases dark?

In my bones,
I can feel your absence ache
And I cannot stop  as I shake through every page in tomes
To invoke your image from its ossuary vase
A genie to grant my wish for one last kiss

And as the day breaks to dusk,
Your diaphanous fingertips touch me
Cold writthing rime against my wrist
Lead me to the umbral halls
Under silken sheets juxtaposed crimson walls that bleed
Echoes of our evanescent romance
A dance upon the sepulchral rooms
Cobwebbed and guilt consumed.
I burn like a funeral pyre for you,
Lachrymose eyes dry with resolve for vestigial proof

I will find you.


Where do you go when the day breaks, the dawn?
Where can I find you if not in carrion song?
Where are you my darling?
Where do you go when the light chases dark?

Cadaverous, I am ravaged by time
As you have yet to age,
A siren to sing me to the grave
But my heart betrays, and staves
Holding onto life’s cancerous bane
Noctambulant emissions to spurn confession
I will forever mourn in self immolation
Searching the maw for your spectral permission
To bring me home, in the depths of the death of love

Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.