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





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 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


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