Category Archives: Desire

Fragment 22.5

Wrap me completely into your violent shiver.

Stick your fervor to my ribs,

Until the tar of your cinders

Swallows me whole.

Bury deeper,

The moans stuck behind the bone when it collides into the loss of chastity.

Dangle this body from the stars you have collected,

Until a silver lining coaxes death from the gallows of time to share a dream,


a drive to all the infinity of the ochre light that keeps touching the clouds while we sleep.

Then we’ll know,

The languages of tomorrow and all the ways sunrises dance gleefully into existence when no one’s looking.


Requiem for Desire in Destruction minor

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My charred wings,

Always embarrassed me,

As though falling

Wasn’t the choice I’d always pick

So effortlessly.

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

Ever mattered

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.

Words: M(e.)

Kindling killer baby: Corvinerum

Destiny’s deconstruction sounds:

Felix novus annus +Fragment 3.9372

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.


Fragment 3.9372:

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.