Doomsman

I hang stark from your gallow trees

An unrepentant grey hollow

In your black and white

 

You are the doomsman

I am the fresh throat

Under your knife

 

I swallow your spikes

A perverse Iron hug

That leaves me aerated

 

But I’m the only imperfection

You can’t erase

 

 

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Canyon

I am sad and bone today

Arching my back into the limitless sky

 

The canyons follow my caress

Sweeping rivulets of peace

 

Allowing me to rest

On windswept stones

 

I am far above now

Looking down on your hopeless decay

 

Maybe now

My heart will rest

Sly

Sly slivers

Half moon bruises

 

Drown me in your watching pool

Where you dip petal fingers

Under summer’s whispered thrall

 

I am falling between your legs

Worshiping the soft horizons

 

Dig in

Hold me tighter

 

Leave me floating in your mindspace

Where you chase ethereal thoughts

Under vitality’s wavering gaze

 

I am quivering at your touch

Piercing your intimatcy

 

Sly minx

You own me

Wings

Fragile wings shudder

And I touch what you cannot give willingly

But your bones and skin say:

‘Take it from me,

Leave me like an empty space.’

 

My fingers mangle the feathers

pull and tug

And you sigh

A whisper of desire

So forbidden and dark

 

You want me to take you apart

Piece after sweet piece

Press your lips here

Against my chest

To seal away your screams

 

Let me be the fullilment

The unspoken master

And even if your wings break

Brittle and delicate

I will never abandon you