A Few Words

after looking over my work from the past few years it occurred to me I need an outlet for my dark, erotic works... so here it is.

21 Jun 2008


How softly a warm breath on the window
Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire.

Questions deep as night and vast as eternity
Stream down the dirty glass.

Secrets, dark as desire in wet, perfumed smoke
Bleed into the blushing universe.

Only fools speak of yesterday's angels
Bourne away on dancing stars,
Blind to the sacred poetry of time.

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