3 poems, last one is rather ... mature.
So... opened up LJ to post this most recent one, and realized there were a couple of poems I'd missed.
1) I'm sure others in the past have summed up unrequited love in haiku form, and probably better. But this is mine.
2) What happens when you have Lokilenses. We were in Stratford, watching Antony and Cleopatra. And this happened.
3) sex as worship, orgasm as offering, blood as offering, my personal practices are getting kind of weird, and I seem to be bleeding easily.
[16/10/2014]
love's asymmetry:
though I was yours from the start
you were never mine
[13/9/2014]
oh deadly serpent
who was the great queen's release
will be my torture
bloodsong
[29/9/2014]
oh it was sensual
and it was intense
no, it was not sweet
too savage to be sweet
heady with the spice of life
and I called out to you
though breath came hard
again and again
by name first
then only by intent
and when I descended
to rinse away
the sweat of delight
I rinsed away also
this sacred blood
And I paused
For I would rather
Smear my body with it
Anoint myself with it
Paint your name
on my skin
with this blood you give