Your Touch

Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I'm silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With... Continue Reading →

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Before Their Time

Tulips spring From the morbid earth, Their leaves fleshy and green. One by one, Their petals splay, Tender to smell And to touch. And all the while The sun rises On weepy skies And wind-choked streets. Brown and decrepit, The grass lies low, As bulbs beyond count Slumber in ground below. Alone, The tulips stand... Continue Reading →

Only Sweet Memories

A porcelain face lives On the ceiling above my bed. When I lie back, I see Its blue gaze Stained into the sheetrock, And I wait And wonder when The stare will stop. Soon I fall asleep To the caress Of its breath on my brow, And fingers, I imagine, Trace paths through my hair... Continue Reading →

The Silver Pool in Oakwood Hollow

Past the thorny brush In Oakwood Hollow Lies a silver pool Bathed in starlight. Shadows Dance while the streams froth, And a bitter wind scampers Among the leaves. A lonely traveler stops To wipe his beaten brow. The path has lost him And his wits have left him, For in circles he walks, Around and... Continue Reading →

Godwin’s Love Song

A love song by Sir Godwin Fulcrum from my fantasy series The Ashborne Chronicles: I’ve walked beaten paths Through thorns and thistle While clouds cracked On nights so fickle. I’ve cried in fields Drenched in shadow, Alone, forgotten, Left to fallow.   But never did I know How our love would grow Ere I took... Continue Reading →

The Glittering Grottos

Frosted lips swim Through the glittering Grottos of my dreams While pale fingers beckon From under the violet waves. A siren Coos, its voice A caramel ooze Down my throat. Overhead A pair of lashes Flutter. They wink And vanish. My head spins As does the sea, down Down in a spiral skirt Of froth and... Continue Reading →

The Pariah

The pariah dons A porcelain smile, Cracked at the corners, Where his clay lips Fall as gentle As the morn, piece By piece. He walks In costumes cut From the same cloth That holds you Close. While it welcomes And warms you, The thread rubs his shoulders Raw. The pariah Stares out of two sinkholes... Continue Reading →

The Jeweler’s Wares

A jeweler digs Through his glittering wares And desires to keep The fairest of all. His fingers Feel all their crystal faces, Attuned to every bump or blemish Like a spider's leg In perfect sync With every tremble Along its gossamer web. Yet, H finds nothing But glassy bodies Smooth as skin Shaved bare. If... Continue Reading →

Beyond the Mountain Pass

Beyond the mountain pass Lies a trail bathed In milky starlight. Mossy trees Hold the road With gnarled hands Clothed in silver And green. Pretty, pink Flowers bloom at your feet. Their soft scent Tickles your tongue. You Taste neither lilac Nor lily. Death Coats every fleshy bud. You hurry Your pace. Flowers fade As... Continue Reading →

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