Inside the candle, of waxing dripping braillethe moon was dark fading to grayon a winter's cold solsticelike a blind man's cursecensored by the mob because of my thirstwhispering to mum in death's tonguein her bed's crochet, of the devil's fescuetouching...
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A cold shade of paleof midnight kisson your obsidian eyesthrough shadow's mistColorless night skylips quivering to pleaseclocks eerily chimewhile fingers teaseWith my tongue's stilettoto your lovely bonesraining down shadowsof moment's mementoHeels diggin...
Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsa...
Lucy Rises
The grave cannot chill the desire of the undeadI thought they buried you in the snowLast winter-- but, pray, was that me?Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go,But pace the graves at half past three:Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mindThese bleary days since I spied you last;It seems I’m cloistered from my ki...
Her Portrait
Inspired by the work of Lucinda Lyons with a nod to Swinburne.In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and t...