The Wild

And I’ve fallen into the wild
delight of silenced memories
which haunt the edge
of the courtyard where our eyes met
so lovely, our young and supple intent
The bark is my savior, my Rapunzel tower
no hunter’s arrow shall taint me now
no broken twigs shall tick the hour
I’ll stand like fawn,
descend into the nest of night
that gathers me in its stillness
So I hold my breath until the aching comes
golden waves softly round my cheek
the cold grasps my tiny feet
and just as I realize defeat
your voice brings me to the surface
of the darkened lake

The Decay

You want me like a flower

to take on a cold yellow

become nothing but a seedling

thrown to the winds

You beg for the death of a sunset era

you pray for love to die

"Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,

as one dead in the bottom of a tomb."

O’ you wish for such ghastly things

the skin is so deeply bruised

that I think I shall never see its ivory sweetness again

You wan before her beauty

and wallow in the memory of flecks of gold

that held you in such warmth

you fear you’ll never find again

Easterly Winds

I yearn to be the tree’s trunk

a cliff next to harsh tides

carve a triangle of me

little cherub,

your mouth stings

on the bitterest of nights

so take flight

and break like those before you

upon the sodden and dank ground

where my roots rest

awaiting easterly winds

to set their sales

and take me away

The Albino

Lestat

I slander your name
in ivory flesh
where others bones
long to grow
and sink in
I'll need you not
when the blood runs cold
so wrap me up
and pull me under
to where I belong

The Nightmare

I'm afraid
of the nightmare
a slight movement
taking you away
so, I watch you
saunter through the wood
leaving a trail of stars in your wake
but this time I'm not far
and I can even feel the light
as it surrounds my broken sleep

Haunt me

I heard the sound
coming from the back seat
but nothing was there

you go searching in the darkest of times
for an image of the face
that haunts you

but nothing is there
no, nothing is there

you’ll never meet her
you’ll never hear his voice
but you can hold me
as we waver out
into the foggy night

grace.

The Queen is Dead

My feet are planted

but I’ve got sparrow’s wings

and you’ve puffed me up

like a newborn queen

Place your crown on my head

paint my face white and lips red

and no one will question if the queen is dead

cause’ I’m so alive

So if the guillotine comes to pass

and these few words are my last

know they’ll ring through the air

spread like seedlings everywhere

to raise a tree in our name

If only.

You vacate her

with flushed lips

and tenderness untouched

your strength of will leaves a question

resting on her curved neck

of a seat left empty

and sheets tucked tightly

the skin is soft

the bones are bare

she is giving

you must be aware

in the desert

she wraps herself in tattered cloth

trapping in what is ready to be released

to save for you what could keep her alive

the last drop

if only