offering

beneath the blind willow 

with an iron scrap of a heart 

I give my name into 

the twisted fingers of roots. 

Beyond the moons persuasion, 

under the skin of dirt,

and the bones of the earth, carried

to the ghost of water

a whisper rising again to the sea.

born as a memory

to find you

salome

swirling veils float 
in the ragged
opium haze, silk
clouds of desire, a
dizzying thunder of drumbeats,
orchestrated foot steps.
kohl black eyes
whisper intoxication,
simple flesh to keep
my mother's place.
pleasure comes with an easy price
fill my hands with the blood of a wild man.




painting by Jel Ena

ruela's flight

freedom

piled high, delicacies and baubles
a birth right of righteousness
the food of the gods for the godly.
heart strings and purse strings too tight
unable to sings, lungs filling with gasps drowning in silence
mouths open for more.
a wind of change carried on black wings
a murder of thieves
to relieve the torture of ownership
to redeem dreams sold for nothing
only in emptiness can a heart know its song

painting by Manina

burning

your lips sell arson,

fanning flames
a wild fire raging along
a topography of senses.
bottle rocket sparks in the
flickering grass of a drought
blasted heart.

I drink the molotov cocktail
of you hair flowing
through fingers like midnight,
a dark dream engulfing me in a
black blaze.

I am incendiary and ready,
a sacrifice for your inferno.

painting by Jel Ena

replicants dream

we push against the void 

magnetic fields enveloping, 

no matter how close our

titanium and kevlar enhancements

bring us a blackness divides.

a mind too aware of the planned obsolescence,

wet ware fused silicon dreams

a mortal desire, the morphine

of electron drift across skin

not designed to feel.

Painting by Jel Ena

kiss

feel the whispers of shadows crawl along your spine

as my fingers find the pulse of blood in your neck

gliding under your hair to the base of your skull.

your frail resistance breaks with the

pull of the anticipated collision. the hard edge

of my love slides across the curve of your ribs

slipping into your heart.

I capture the collapse of your breath

with a final kiss

penitence

I am not the flesh of your penitence,
your fetishistic fingers will not pry
forgiveness from these lips.
you may rip out my heart
but it will not bleed,
there will be no pleasure for you
in my blood.

Painting by Jel Ena

white lies

I have given you the morning star
a jewel in your crown
adorned with the souls of the damned.
the blood on my hands burns for you,
every atrocity, all the innocence I have stolen,
has been for you.
you know I am your lamb,
my heart only beats to feel the kiss of your blade
my dear, yours is the only skin
I would crawl under,
how can you doubt the voracity of my lies


painting by Jel Ena