Come Autumn, without turning I kiss the night, the maladroit and send him away

And now you inquire about the nature of my heart now, after extracting its nectar and bestowing emptiness once more along rugged edges and oval pores, the liquid amber which you drink of is nothing short of essence, urging Autumn awake from deepest slumber this maladroit handling of the affair has left me in pieces, … Continue reading Come Autumn, without turning I kiss the night, the maladroit and send him away

This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm

and speak for my tongue is broken, my shoulders dusted with a soft blush and the full moon that serves as sole witness to possibility that alights on my heart. In my eyes he matches the gods, the man who with the slightest inclination of his brow pours longing into lush reeds in water, profusely … Continue reading This sugar, this feeling tossed into the shoreline by a gathering storm

And touch the stubble plains with velvet hue, until the soul is filled with deep contentment

Under ambrose pale that has painted the leaves upon the ground, the long shadows of early September and the last remnants of cerulean blue Summer, I have mastered the art of getting by my determination raging in every drop of my blood and snakeskin. Mercurial and wayward is lust, that has discovered its way deep … Continue reading And touch the stubble plains with velvet hue, until the soul is filled with deep contentment

Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

The moors, the lowering skies, the ruins of a castle, the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano remind me as summer slides into solemn September, your words, your smile, your heat, and your scent. Love is a canvass, a manifesto of indulgence as I breathe your name on top of … Continue reading Aubade – Autumn wind whispers your name as the colour of leaves changes to flame

All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies

Crowned with sun-kissed petals and moral culpability I drag half of Greece to the dark side, their memories locked away in a room where winter writes poems and where inhibitions are laid to rest. The sky is a palette of gutsy silver awaiting form and function, I, a siren of the ancient islets, desire nothing … Continue reading All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies