delicately into her slumbering bosom
and his moist breath trickled
along her glistening, gliding chest wall

he wrapped his raw and trembling pride
in the mist of her gauzy scent
which rose sluggishly
from her slumbering bosom

tendrils of her breath stroked his tender scalp,
bleeding hunger into his very core
a hunger for her - sleeping Muse
with the throat of a flower

bite my raven heart
squeeze it
with your tongue,
stroking deftly, curiously, slowly
and it shall breathe
a sweet canticle into your soul

pulverize my raven heart
with your teeth;
morsels
of its screaming rubra pulp
stain your lips,
and sit heavily in your throat

bite my raven heart
shatter
its porcelain sheath
as you roll it between your soiled fingers
and shards of my raven heart
will dive into your tender hand-flesh

and you shall BLEED BLEED bleed
and your blood shall wash the filth away
and your raw wounds will fester
and they shall weep
- and you shall weep -
for my raven heart

your grace crumbled
into grotesque flakes
as your fingertips slashed
my tender silken face
with rage and vengence,
that drench my frail child-spirit

steeped in self-loathing,
you infected me -
impaled
my gauzy soul
on your poisoned barbs
of hatred and lusty greed

once, i loved you -
worshipped you, adored you
and darkness
eviscerated my heart
as i watched this adoration stream past
your inert, stoney heart

my trembling eyes splinter
into a thousand tears
when i look upon your face -
my reflection - in the looking glass
you, who deserted my child-trust -
remain, achingly, ever present

this dark riverbed of adoration
that flowed in my viscera for you
has dried up; my heart --
which once glistened sublimely inside yours,
now lies in eternal anguish:
dessicated, petrified, searingly denuded

your grace crumbles
into grotesque flakes
of grief, rage and greed,
soaked in the brine of remorse
you beg, like i did, for a morsel of mercy
but -- i will STARVE you of forgiveness

an exquisite delight: am'ranth, divine
velvet milk - i taste thine ambrosia flesh -
sparkling, silken seraph, captive of mine,
thine essence, so sacred, my scorch'd lips refresh

seraph! lover! for mine eyes - feast of pearls!
gothic beast am i, melting ebony
shackled, virgin slave, thy beauty unfurls
oh, silver winged stallion, forge me!

plough my glistening fractured stone petals
may i sip of thy throbbing chalice?
seraphim surges! my glass heart settles:
in your silver fire perch'd, trembling malfice

oh manacled seraph, am'ranth, divine
surrender, my darling, captive of mine.

tenderly,

you held me in your arms,
ripening
my trembling alabaster fruit
and savagely,
you trampled me, underfoot
as master of my shattered freedom
you - the twisted and beautiful lord
who sealed me in a windowless bell jar
with anguish and solitude,
as my only companions

captor! my demented master!
my withered soul screams for you
it howls for the soothing barbs,
hidden, in your voice
and your frail, orgasmic vulnerability
my withered soul screams your name,
raging delicately,
for the gaping hollows of my existence,
which melted into yours:
dessicated dreams ... vanquished innocence
this sick hunger in my heart for you - will it ever ebb?

thick liquid velvet, in
delicate rivulets, flows
from her hungry lotus flower
her spirit throbs,
an angry carbuncle
seething, barbed pain -
womb-crushing,
demonic possession - her rage

silently, she savours her prey -
weak ... impotent ... desperate
his voice, a wilting, pitiful mewl -
engorged with a thirst for his agony:
silken exsanguination
she bathes in his terror,
piercing his salty, rich flesh
with her ivory spires

his throaty croak, ebbing
into a murky dusk
screaming convulsions
of his naked flesh, glistening
in the deft movements
of her hands, teeth and tongue
rapture and torment converge -
an erotic tempest

she wears his primal fear
like a shimmering gossamer sheath
her gleaming blade glides
across his softly trembling throat
mesmerizing ... intoxicating
a sticky, crimson geyser
thick and warm
pulsing ... spraying ...
like the sound of a gentle rain

death lingers in the diffuse sound
of his gurgling - gentle,
like the gurgling of a babbling brook
with a gutteral moan
his spirit retreats
dissevered,
from his raw, pulpy husk
her rage, melted into nothing

fallen angel tears
tumbled to the ground
silent, flowing, gushing
abject sadness spilling
from her deep brown eyes
burdened, like her heart,
by a beast called remorse

what have i done?
she asked herself ruefully
what have i done?
ebb and flow
remorse and anger
ebb and flow
shame and sorrow
what have i done

fallen angel tears
smashing
onto the parched earth
trickling
into its giant crevices
my wings ...
broken? bruised?
blackened

fallen angel
so thirsty
deperately thirsty for
a sip of forgiveness
even just a spoonful
a morsel, a drop

will you surrender
forgiveness?
to this fallen angel?
with my words
i cut a gash
in your heart and soul
your cruel, malicious, selfish
fallen angel

my wings,
blackened and hardened
like immovable iron
ravaged by
my fall from
grace and love

and so i live with thirst
unceasing, unquenchable
and the ebb and flow
of remorse and shame
in my dungeon