Courtyard

Amidst the vines that coil and weave,you and I entwine in tender reprieve;glass windows frame our clandestine play,la luna through soft leaves does peep and sway.In the garden stands a fount of marble rareno stone unturned in its making, no labour sparedfrom its heart is cast a spell of pearly rainof tortured pleasure, and blissful…

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Surrender

come take me whollyI am yours in heart and formthis fight for my soul is either won in your arms or surrendered with a laugh

Mortal

my soul is for heav'nbut my body for hellfire consume me O flamesfor there is no more denialof my deep mortal desires

That (not yet) Valentine’s Day Post

Dear reader, I noticed recently, how each year, my best 'views' on WordPress seem to be on valentine's day. I guess love really does sell, doesn't it? This year, while thinking of what I should post tomorrow (although I've been guided by impulse these past couple of years), I got to thinking about how romantic…

Dry not, my pen

Dry not, my pen, nor bite the dust before my time, you're the nepenthe to my agonies, the breath to my life. Dry not, my pen, nor leave me to fend for myself, your nib is my sword, your ink my solitary help. Dry not, my pen, nor grow weary of my imprint, I am…