Parable

frost spreads
across the dark feathers
of a fallen sparrow,
crystal reflections
skipping
from the silver moon
seem to resurrect
a heart now cold,
yet in this night
full of stars
all is but illusion,
the universe sees not,
nor cares,
when a sparrow falls.

Saetas

these lover’s ballads
are not torches lighting hearts
they are dark arrows

Verse

and when the candles sing to us
there shall be revelations
of the world in flames
contained, insensed
within a sacred word.
I see the flame extinguished
and grey smoke to the sky
rises with a song long sung
of a world we have no more.

poem fragment

wrap me in your velvet, red
as lover’s risen blood
take my misgivings to your bed
and let our passions flood.

spell

what conjurings have passed these lips
that they with such dark sweetness kiss
and from bewitching tastes inspire
inside my passioned blood, desire
to fall under your magick’s power
seduced beyond the witching hour.

The Fool

time is as the king’s fool
who holds to us his mirror
of shattered silver glass
and from its cracked face
truth is revealed…

…his greatest jest.

Affinity

framed in red
fair mystery
her rose blooms not
for all save me
she is the flower
and I the bee
we come as one
affinity

Sweeties (unfinished)

your kiss is Parma Violets
melting on my tongue
reminding me of penny sweets
from when my world was young
sherbet dabs excite my skin
from your powdered embrace
and is that melting caramel
I dare on your skin taste?

Stars

the stars inside us
shame the distant galaxies
endless is our night

Ten Lines

I long for your skin
in the half light of dawning
as my eyes open

I yearn to kiss you
undressed by the breaking day
as my lips open

I ache beside you
this need overcomes restraint
as I open you

to all my desires.