Annnd here's where I put the writing :))
My poems used to be super technical and elaborate – until I realised even I didn't wanna go back and read them... So now I'm switching to something briefer, less draining :D enjoy!
The lion looks
From his vine-trussed throne,
House of cedar-trees and cypress,
A bower of fleurs de luce
Knelt at his feet.
Show me your teeth:
Marble or chalk?
Are your claws gilt with age? Or
Is there new-molten silver
Limned beneath the nails?
Lilies and roses
Have loosened their petals,
Strained their anthers
To witness this; and the
Daisies too, the small violets.
What will you be, king, beast?
Whitesand-maned: will you
Startle the dove?
I see you,
Perfect bride, fingers
Pinching a quivering silk-hem
Off the floor.
Pleiades’ nymphs are
Binding your hair with moonflowers.
Bruiseless girl – I watch you:
Eyes with the saltsweet laughter
Of susurrating seas.
A beckon, tenderness;
Deathless; you swivel, dart off.
Are you coming back?
Soft sparrowlike
Ankles have stolen you
Away, away, away.
O sad matrix,
Disappointed flesh-palace.
Weeping a weeklong blood.
Have you not known? –
Straggling shreds and strings,
Mad flailing wailing, a pious
Permafrozen void.
O poor half-babe;
Eyeless to dream,
Mouthless to scream;
Tearing like petals from their bud;
Distending the virgin innards
Of your frightened mother.
Unborn daughter, my love,
Little dove,
Daughter of my daughter.
Blessed be the fruit of thy womb.
And I too, sometimes
By the Moon’s dictates,
Groan my grimetossed griefs for
A grace half-grown. Young
Rust, perfume.
Dust.
Sun
Sweet, fizzling like soda,
Warm full daisybulb
In the Virgin’s silken sky.
O happy
Deceitless child-angel
Of Love; you flutter down, fill
My veins with the
Crackling bubble-stream of
Heat; snatching a comb of folly
You slew back my hair.
Plump luscious light
Brands me with
A pulsating kiss.
Bridegroom.
Come.