I prescribe myself I longed to describe myself But this scribe often finds That rite denied. Incapable Our mythmaking eyes Of lifting the I’s impenetrable shine. She moved around my room like a jilter up the aisle Slow, as if time might lengthen abidingly A book without staples My hooking pages come away Like traumatised… Read more: (no title)
Suncoloured in my holding hands A golden lance, molten exact Christ-bathed. Moment elapses Smoker relapses Hold of old habits We never leave our old houses Old hats, old rabbits A palace lapsing A backward champion The stallion asking Bits for champing.
When you’re in love, it can be look started Silk surplus curtains back peeled, parting. Looks darting. Revealing a jewelled stag and a diamond-mouthed pine marten. Horned me. Dark, darkest and stormy Inside the door, a worm-eaten portal. Vermeer this sky, a fatal bride. Neither safety nor bridle. Nothing confided By that unbright Titan’s silent… Read more: Royal Lions in Line for Titles
Usury. Luciferian use of me No such thing as use for free No such thing as abuse to me Silk masked servant’s toothsome glee Bird-backed serpent, acid-slurping merlions curled at boundary lines. Hell’s appleside sky foundry climbed, which strident harpies fly. Fur-lineds, blurred lines, earnings, ermines, hair ties, brassiere wires. Rings split along the side.… Read more: Jamming the treads
Melody winged, her saintly wicked I saw last night Outside my lonely titan thicket A picture of a shining trident like a sky-done wicket Melanin-tinged her painted fingertips linger She sings pain, her baited breath like some movement’s best phrases Her left snaking down the cliffs of her body, toward the cleft Her clit is… Read more: Happiness pill
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