Desdemona Innocence

Golden, glowing, flicker, dance

sing in light and

make music of flame.

Desdemona innocence,

passionate love,

loyal and pure

and purging pain.

Our souls’ moths flutter

drawn to the warmth

of Fire-Life,

Truth’s power and perfume

and sweet souls’

Honest Ecstasy.

Bitterness

Biting pain

In the place just above the heart

Touching the mind

Transforming

Everything from life to festering disease

Rancid wounds that

Never heal

Even when the

Soul becomes

Sick unto death

Cobwebs laced with light

Cobwebs laced with light

Lightning painting pictures of

Spiders in the sky

Hyde

Deep inside at the bitter core exists a deformed creature,

stunted in youth,

who retreated and disfigured

and refused to grow,

the summer of my ninth year.

Hyding among shadows of fear

like a wild animal,

not truly human,

or perhaps more human than I am now,

She sleeps.

Then escapes and retreats before she’s caught,

lashing out to destroy anyone in sight,

when backed into a corner,

or trapped by too much light.

Gift-wrapping

I put my hand into a gift-wrapped box full of razorblades

and bled all over my jeans, and the pretty wrapping paper.

The cuts healed into scars,

but every time I touch gift-wrapping they bleed,

making a mess on the floor.

Pain in Haiku

Pain as dark as night,

cutting deep into your soul,

as the dawn breaks through.

Dark Star

When you are not present, I feel your absence, like a sailor on the dark ocean without a star by which to set his course.

When we are in a crowded room, I know where you are and how far away, a reference point by which to navigate through the night.

When you are close, I feel the pull your body exerts upon mine, the gravity of your Dark Sun, that makes me desire to remain close in orbit, revolving around you, close to your power.

I drink it in through every pore, intoxicated with pleasure and warmth.

The memory of you warms me still, melting away any desire for control, for safety, melting away fear and caution. 

I would sail over the edge to the place where dragons are.

Desire for your strength, for the intoxication of your power, becomes stronger than any need I have to be safe.

The gravity of your Dark Star holds me in its grasp. 

I am lost in its power, and there I find my own.