Viciousness drips,
like silk slips,
savagery in the room,
fear-slick and kissed by the moon,
silver lightning,
silent thunder,
Down, down to her doom.

( Vid heavy )

Bright star's kiss
Writhing silently
Vivid bliss
Sighing quietly
Wanton, wending tryst
Night's shadow unburns
Nude in the dark mist
Twisted, twisted, we yearn.

Eh, not happy with it.

K.

I can smell you in burnt matches,
I can taste you in the flame.
Even though time lost your name.

Memory shard;
Dream starred,
Ember of the mind-wind's whim.

Space and time,
Ghosts of rhyme,
But ever of the flame.

K.

Hey mang, if you're on Fetlife, go check the Kinky and Popular.

K.

       My new metaphor: You and your husband/wife are sailing on a yacht called 'your marriage'. When it sinks, in the strait of choice in between the isle of kink and the vanilla mainland, and you and your unconscious spouse are left floating there in a life raft, you have two choices. Jump overboard and speed-swim toward the island, or sit out ( Read more... )

( To true love )

       Such a beautiful glass, cut crystal, prisms the light, elegant in the hand, soft on the lips. The sun dances through its stem and rainbows leap across the table. It will break, eventually. It will fall from the table, or slip from condensation-slickened fingers. Our time together will be over. Because it will break, it is more beautiful, ( Read more... )

Blackness purls, in ebon curls,
Viciousness in primal cries,
Lovely little tears in her eyes,
Obsidian whorls eat bright diamond tears.
She cries and cries,
While Night crawls pain from her sighs.
In the night, blind and falling,
fear-tongued and fire-veined,
heart and belly and brain as one,
as she succumbs, down under,
to the land without sun.K