Lupine kisses, feathered touches Be my sunset, bathed in russets Hear my cries to braided cords Hear my worship of the lords Of shadows rising, night unending Of pleasure bated, pain withstanding Proof that angels do wear leather Take me ever for your pleasure Wrench from me the lion’s roar Birth from flesh the open … Continue reading Lupine Kisses
My mind is frantic, Only more frantic with age, My soul is fragile, A piece lost every day, How do we cling to a life? So determined to pass away. How do we keep a good marching order? When the last horn’s blare has faded to gray? Just grab a stick and pick a trail, … Continue reading Sun’s Last Rays
See her there, the Goblin Queen, See how she sits in the hollow of her tree, See how she calls upon magics of green, See how she waggles her fingers in greed, See how she pulls from forces unseen, See her there, the Goblin Queen.
We must come to terms with it, life’s great delay, To live our tale, to laugh, to play To live one truth: Come what may, And face one simple fact: this too shall fade, And thus truly enjoy life’s great delay.
Have you seen my red heart? Have you felt its great pain? Have you tasted its loss? Have you seen its red mane? Though I love you dearly, I fear you have not, Truly seen what beast beats, Within this chest full of loss.
I love you so dearly Ripe, sweet fruit of the vine The taste of your nectar The soft curve of your thigh Let me suckle at your nature Let me be of your kind I love you so dearly The moon of my sky Transform me forever Ripe sweet fruit of the vine
In the valley where the wind was born Your blood is my call Your kiss a sweet sorrow Your mercy my fall From the bend in the river, I hear your soft cry Born from crevices deep, from cliff sides on high A moan there is too, smooth as flesh of the thigh Heated and … Continue reading The Valley Where the Wind was Born