The princess kneels by the side of her fallen lover
Crimson splashes decorating her sheath
Crystal tears trickling
A whispered goblin bribe follows her to the forest glen
She prepares a sacrifice
The poison berry delicately consumed will yield an ugly end
Clasping her lover's icy fingers she sighs a final, hopeless sigh
Almost an entreaty
There are no fairytales
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Blessed Adonis - 1995
His head rests neatly on a pillow of snowy white
He sleeps, peacefully, unfettered by the dreams
and deeds of day
Eyes of hazel closed tightly, fluttering as his
mind paints moving pictures of his desires
His arms, carved from a dark and nameless stone,
curl around his slack jaw
Under heaven's light he reposes, protected from
my lustful prayer
He looks serene, untouched, so pure
Yet I want him to awaken and taste me with those
tiger eyes, those soft lips, to hold me with the
rock-hard arms that are fit only for Greek gods
He sleeps, peacefully, unfettered by the dreams
and deeds of day
Eyes of hazel closed tightly, fluttering as his
mind paints moving pictures of his desires
His arms, carved from a dark and nameless stone,
curl around his slack jaw
Under heaven's light he reposes, protected from
my lustful prayer
He looks serene, untouched, so pure
Yet I want him to awaken and taste me with those
tiger eyes, those soft lips, to hold me with the
rock-hard arms that are fit only for Greek gods
The Butterfly - 5/15/02
Effortless, she soars above the treetops
Beating wings like multi-colored paper
A hovering, powdery shimmer
Alighting with silken foot upon a branch
Her living body fragile as a thought
Beating wings like multi-colored paper
A hovering, powdery shimmer
Alighting with silken foot upon a branch
Her living body fragile as a thought
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