My charred wings,
Always embarrassed me,
As though falling
Wasn’t the choice I’d always pick
It’s the decent,
That thrills me,
As though us falling to endings
Were some sort of tragedy.
And it’s how we were born to be.
So my earthen cherub with
Golden curls of forbidden longing
Skyline eyes of desirous mornings
It’s always been you.
Our days written,
Running amuck with
This yearning heathen,
As though the eons before
Before highway miles
With roaring scramblers careening
Meant as much as
The skyline of mortal intervening
Where our lips met,
Now there is nothing left but
Our temples of stars sublime
Conceleaing only our wild fires
Perched to anhilate everything on the horizon.
Kindling killer baby: Corvinerum
Destiny’s deconstruction sounds:
Let’s ride the waves,
Because passion is all we got
Left after all the vanity
Leaves our young daydreams,
at the alter of new beginnings.
While we make tangled webs,
Out of our candied apple nocturnal entities
Like the worshipers of Apollo,
Riding a chariot into Earth’s home star.
May you remember all the desires that left you tired, sleepless, and blue in the current winter in the newly coming year. May you also remember that passion that always drives that young being we all seem to carry and accomplish all those dreams instead of societal resolutions spoken in vain.
And this is my very special reminder to not always do what’s best for you.
I know it’s what I need to hear too.
And oh darling, how sublimely trouble -with your handsome smile that lets slip such hedonistically cabalistic tendencies.
If my lips were to touch yours, maybe I could drain just a bit of you before I feed you too …
Before we both are web wrapped in savage ecstasy of warm skin and bewitchingly intrusive hands.
With a sultry smirk, I whisper a promise -to try not to capture you unless, of course, it’s what you want me to do.
*Note: This lovely is french Canadian. Her work in french is also something to behold.
Your words always rouse such fervor that I remember how to get to that existential mountain on the horizon that is always evading me in this everyday normality . I want you to say them as you place a kiss in between each so I will never forget them my felicitous abettor.