Arms Plutonic

Would A woman as You turn away

For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol 

While missiles of imprecations

Bless their detonations against my flesh

Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness

Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders

Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one

Hears a blight burrow into the world

As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow

An anti-life birthing berries

whiter than dissolution. Would you,

A siren singing my drowning, offer

This fruit to me, or beg my leave?

Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?

Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm

–A hymn of Silence reigns now

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FOR A MOMENT (O/S)

Hold me to your chest
Rest the song of toomanythoughts thundering
Past us like stallions sipping gallons of liquor
(Spirits infest me),  won’t you hold me
until deathly Are the memories meandering
into my waking? Somewhere a rainbow
shatters and I am scattered by the lies of eyes/I’s
promulgating truths as  guises unseen

Beneath the Sunbeam (O/S)

Beneath the sunbeam, a cold lingers 

Between buildings where djinn play, graves 

Of moss  covered with shards of glass 
Glinting sight fractured into a thousand-reflections yes, yet running razors 
To the rind these rivers of scarlet
Crying over falls for the schism to scatter 
Like stars across skies unseen 
By the blind who blanket their faces in memory 
Too late to see the haunt of purgatory peeling away 
Your layers of time like so much grime 

Cobalt (O/S)

Why,  why do you cry behind your smile 
While daylight dances in your eyes?
A Delight of thighs thrumming my desire 
Is checked by a glimmer of storm 
Unborn in a smile like Amber 
Or ambrosia striking dead my tounge which 
Yearns to run along your body 
As A child at play, the scent 
Of your sex covers & kindles me 
With a hint of honey hiding 
An ocean where drowning is all one can do-
But who are you upon that shore peering into tidal pools?

*Rebirth-Black Laquer Prelude (I/S)

Obsidian-the slice sliding home to route

Uprooting vine and vein,  branch and fang 
With a cut clean as scalpels , too deep 
Like deluges sang by Typhon 
Sword of storm shattered and all that mattered 
Scattered into atoms 
Schismed the sigil of before 
Rebirthed from star’s core to breathe my dying
*this poem takes place before Ceiba time

Not Found (I/S)

  
Lost, guided by 
Doubt clenching 
the heart 
like a skin being beat-called real 
by shades dreaming , 
A stream mirrors Itself,here below fire 
Grows beneath Ceiba swaying to an aria 
of a black moon Shining my midnight
of 2nd sight 
Still Singing stillness salted with weariness all of which writhes beneath phoenix wing