Of fire
And a fair bit between
We cavort the wheel
Dancers of the scene
Turn and turnabout
Flickers on the edge
One moment of summer
Another…
Of ice
And the darkness closes in
Of savagery and crystalline
The dancers court the blade
Balanced on the spinning leaf
in silence bound
in seeking sought
where others bind
i was bought
when hearts collide and justice founds
my hopes do bide, in collision
sound siren call
revision
in loves sweet sigh
in voices raised
where heavens call
undertree did dance
and palm to palm
and join to join
praised by kine
in moments ere the fall
they seek, they find,
the burn is seasons rime and dragging feet do come to call and hopes are risen
ere the fall
but drink my wine and drink my blood
and we shall step above the sea to feast and dance our revelry
you seek a fight, we seek to feast and in the middle there’ rise a beast
in death we feast and seek the battle draught
in life we love and lust
break bread with us, break meek
but I am bound, as ever was, and in the silence
weep
Barbed spikes quivering in the steel air
Digging through soft tissue
Embedding in
Rot encapsulated and packaged
Choking and raw
Worse than the unbearable heat
Burning vibrations
Echos
Valiantly dying in the millions
To save one unworthy life
My heart
is full to bursting
My lady faire
she makes it so
Drink deep
The riptide
Let madness
curl you under
All hopes abide
In lascivious eyes
But I’ll embrace
Your wonder
A blade so sharp
It cuts the spark
And burns the world
Bare
Shoulder this heart
To marrows part
And turn to widow’s lair
Oh, love so fair
Break bread
Be merry
Before the blade falls fair
If I were inclined to be casual
I’d find myself lacking
Instead discover wanting
Distance bedamned
Casual lacks teeth
Lacks truth
Lacks fulfillment
Give, instead, the taste of the tongue
Run across skin
Desires bloom
Full blossom
As I sit
In calm repose
Intensity of gaze
Makes casual pose
A lie
What plans may make
To bind, to break
Seal me in
This burning skin
And dance my eyes
To take
haunted rows,
Midst fallow groves
The flowers fair do reach
And on your brow
You wear
your crown
of twist goldenrod
My soul is yours to keep
With fang too long
And skin too green
He sits atop my desk
Watching a scene
He knows too well
Of flightless birds and summer best
The fool dances his tune
A merry wanderer
Giving chance a shaking
A snowstorm in a snow globe
Each piece set in ribald chase
Each course changed
A subtle shade of yearning
Pelgris 