Hold your hand against the sun –
It would not be denied.
The Light seeps through,
Setting your fingers aglow.
Then the shadow that has fallen
Shall pass from your face –
It will be healed of doubt,
And within will be kindled
A spark to answer the Light.
© jsmorgane (Nov 2010)
I consume people, one after the other.
I run my fingers through their long blond hair,
And dye it black after I have chopped it short.
I let my eyes dwell on their high brow,
And penetrate the Sacred with my gaze.
I dive into blue eyes,
And ripple their clear, still surface.
I outline straight noses,
And expose their striving pride.
I rest my heavy hands against the cheek bones,
And bruise the soft skin.
I kiss your lips,
And bite them bloody to match mine.
I caress your fingers, one by one,
And drain them of their delicate strength.
I draw dark lines in your tender balms,
And read no future.
I tie your long and well-shaped legs,
To stop the carefree gait.
I twist your white neck
Because I cannot bear its beauty.
And when your body opens to my touch
I absorb your essence, lead you out
And ensure your extinction,
Before I move on.
© jsmorgane (winter 2004)
Where to go on a night such as this?
Damp is dripping rhythmically
To the thundering, threatening organ,
Infiltrating silent grounds.
Wind is drying wet stones standing
Round and round which leaves are twirling,
Rushing, crossing my way down.
Quick steps echo in the open,
Clinging to uncanny sound,
Falter, cease. Then hasten back
To take off my shoes and dry my wet toes.
© jsmorgane (Oct 2004)
