Flame

I find fire

in your arms.

Raziel

Albino as snow, seraph keeper of the stars

a sapphire of knowledge unfurls in white arms.

Goddess

Her belly is a drum

She swells with dew

Kisses lips of earth

And births creation.

On the Wings of Seraphim

O Lord, I proclaim Thee, Mountain of Man.

O Lord, I sing Thee, on the Wings of Seraphim.

O Lord, I worship Thee, King of the World.

O Lord, I beg of Thee, let my heart be Your bird.

O Lord, I cherish Thee, Deep Ocean of Might.

O Lord, I see thee, in nature’s beauteous heights.

O Lord, I cannot fathom Thee, I the supplicant poor,

I am the strange daughter begging at Saint Peter’s door.

O Lord, I am forgotten by all but You, undiscerning

to the wealthy, but rich in Your love, gold unfurling

from the Cross, I am awash in the Blood, eat the Bread

of Your Wounds. In Your hazel eyes, I see the Holy Dead –

legions of angels and ancestors: desert bones made Flesh.

Separating Chaff from Wheat, the fires of Heaven your Thresh.

O Lord, I am a wanderer, is there room by Your fireside for one as I?

O Lord, I am lost, stranded atop Golgotha where doves fear to fly.

Only the crow is my companion, picking the meat from my bones.

Is there a chance you can hear me, that to be holy is to be alone?

O Lord, when I dream, I see Hell, O Lord, when I sleep, I sleep

with the Devil. What is the measure of a bed of flies? In the deep

of Seven Demons, I still think Eden is my pasture, I pray for green.

Dollface

The war ravages the nuclear wasteland desolate, apocalyptic winter, oh dollface.

You are a wound open and red across the white, carved out like a razor cut on the jagged asphalt and snow. You are crying to me, begging me to open my heart to you, dollface, to press you to my decolletage so you can hear the iron beat beneath.

Tears on your face freeze, the ash falls from winter of bombs and apartheid, and as your gauntlet takes my hand, my dollface, the pinpoint claws draw blood from my knuckles. You lift my bloody fists to your sore of a mouth and kiss me quite ragged, my porcelain dollface.

Your nose is jagged, your face is ragged, your lips are acid, antagonistic and sadistic, I smirk as you kneel before me, begging, pleading, bending so I can see every pus laden landscape beneath your armor. Hair a black stormcloud curls like asps on your head, and I crack your brains open, dissect the love, and open my chest to lock you in.

My only dollface.

Zeus’ Spear

Hallowed lightning of old! Hoary browed!

Zeus, I your daughter, strike lightning fear

into the hearts of men! Fan your wrath upon

Sicily and fructify with rains and promise soil

yet to be tilled – the pomegranate flourishes under

Semele’s blood. Danae’s gold spills begotten upon

a treasure chest waters. Leda’s eggs are swollen blue.

Electric Ghosts

The famed lion of old roars a new era

the statue of Ahriman devouring Mithras’ bull

bespeaks the fall of civilization and all that is good:

 

Evil Rots.

Deadshade Milk

A globe of the moon secreting black poison

rows of vagina dentata, demon crescent

blooming into full breast, milk of atropine

to suckle at the teat of Lilith and taste

despair.

Amber

Shatterglass eyes, a scythe like lies

Reapers in disguise, Death is wise

as Old Man Time, scaled ephemera

like a solar plexus, Death a chimera

and the only thing that stops the clock?

 

A kiss at midnight of amberglass vice.

Solas

Rows of gold ducklings, newly hatched

swimming in waters brown, lilies red.

The blackness of sloe sloughs softly.

And I always dream of you awfully.