Alchemisland

I convert to her Word beside a turd-hosting culvert Between Homs and Damascus. The massiveness of the moon; hark, an ulver crooning. I swooning struggle masking how insubstantial this too-soon feeling seems; The idol standing versus the idol rubbled, only feet Remain. The wind variates her mane. Only me Only Her of furze and fir,…

My breath holds Like a death-threatened Redcoat Who knows How long it takes to reload. Like my mind and how so What her uncombed mirror shows; A mirage clothesless and comely as a golden votive. Aghast, impossible closeness A collage; her canvas the haunt of dash and style I hear stags clash like flagships at…

She let me watch her removing her armour Each buckle proved an arousing trial Her nudity’s beguiling book, a Ulysses type Guileless, we’d lie untiring A reed-tied brook nearby Dreaming in purply, Caesary pie I would not wish to move but do not know that I could A pleasant bind, finding oneself tied, finding we…

Have you ever feared Like a pious does The devil’s appearance What a click might reveal? I winced, expecting that dulling instant My mind has kindly hinted in whispers Since I crossed that wicked isthmus. Bones tossed skittered across a rot-crusted bin lid I read what they say and meaningtake, but who is it fatemakes?…