Hush

HUSH

 hush . . .

the touch has broken tips

it looses what in unfeigned hours

thirsted for luxuriant flowers

lingering in tumescent air

immaculate the time we share--

so no more of your luring lips

just hush . . .

concupiscence entombed in need

the bones I break to satisfy

we born to wing are damned to fly

while soulless, starless in the dust

impossible suns ignite, combust

so none of this; we are agreed

now hush . . .

a moment locked in diary

the pillars of our fevered minds

like curls of hair unwave, unwind

in one-two-three the braided guilt

unfastens while the seconds tilt

so know me now, your devotee

and hush . . .

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The Monster's Sweet Farewell

THE MONSTER'S SWEET FAREWELL

cold in guise, inflamed in eye, 

so stalks the child of the night

boundaries unbound in flesh repressed

unnatural nature, anomalous fright

opal cheek ensanguined 

ruby red, so move the dead

their heads, inbred, the porcelain bite—

the blood enthralled, forever fled

now run the veins of our desires; 

nocturnal creatures lap them free

in deep abyss of dark concave 

the harvest moon creates its slaves 

inspires children lost in lore 

a breath on necks bent back for more

and when the dark of churches' bells 

a-ring in spells occult and swells

of craving, not of saving, 

one who wants the misbehaving

here the white against your night  

here the monster's sweet farewell

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