methuselah's lair

throat of a flower

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 02:39:35 GMT

he pressed his velvet, carmine lips

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

[inspired by thoughts of an enigmatic kindred spirit]

bite my raven heart

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 08:37:35 GMT

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

grace grotesquely crumbles

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 18:28:16 GMT

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