Come Hither

Artwork: boy3 - Audrey Kawasaki, 2009

come to me
my sweet thing
and stand
at my
side:
my consort,
beloved,
thou whose
name
art etched
in my
heart,
my soul.

let my
hands
glide over
your
smooth
flesh,
let me
stain
your pale
cheeks
with the
blush,
the wonted
crimson
of
desire.

i will
murmur
promises,
vows
i intend
to keep,
to keep
you by
my
side
forever,
for always.

and you,
my sweet,
my darling,
shall never
yearn for
another
for i
can
i will
give you
everything
your heart
yearns
for...

...only
give your
sweet,
precious
innocence
to
me.

Weep Not for All is Not Lost

Artwork: Hibiscus - Marco Mazzoni, 2010

i live
i breathe
i know
with every
fiber
of my
being:

i am
blessed;
love abounds
and then
some,

i am
proud
of the
work
my two
hands
can do,
have done,
will do

i am
happy
that i
am not
at the
losing
end
of life's
overflowing,
bursting
at the
seams
cornucopia
of delights,
of dreams.

i know
deep
within me
that - yes
that - soon
that - indeed
regardless
of the
braying of
fanatics,
groupies,
of
hypocrites,
of women
turned crone
before their
time:

i am
right.

Firelight

Photo taken on 31st October 2010

the nights grow longer,
the cold grows stronger,
and i seem
to have lost
my way.

but my
heart,
my
mind,
my
soul -
they burn
with
fervor,
with
passion,
with that
fever of
yearning so
strong.

just when
i think
i need
to grope,
stumble blind,
feel my way
through
the endless
darkness
i see
a pinpoint,
a flash,
a faint
but present
flicker
of flame

and i walk
without
fear
for i know
deep
within
what i
feel,
what i
know
is true,
all true,
is you.

Conquest Most Sweet

Artwork: Dominion - Natalie Shau, 2009

come hither
beloved
and let
me
kiss
you:

lose yourself
in the
sweetness,
the warmth,
the
overwhelming
softness
of flesh,
of love,
of lust
unbridled

unleash
yourself
from the
fetters,
the rusting
shackles
of prudery,
of ignorance,
of innocence
unwarranted...

free
yourself
from your
inhibitions
and bind
yourself
to
me.

Vanity of Vanities, All is Vanity

Artwork: Vanitas - Natalie Shau, year unknown

remember:
you are dust
to dust you
will return.

you resort
to the
paint-pot,
the surgeon,
the mask
to hide
your
uglinesses

it does not
change
a
thing:

you're hideous:
rotting flesh
stinking,
reeking
beneath rich
perfumes,
salves,
unguents.

your heart
is rotten,
your soul
is black,
your mind
filled
with the
maggots,
the vermin
of slander,
of envy,
of greed,
of lust,
of hate.

how i
wish:
someone
would strip
you
of your
pretensions,
your follies,
your lies,
your false -
blatantly fake -
pieties,
your power-plays
your pitiful
mockable
mockeries...

...and
show
that you
are little
more
than the
devil's
precious
little
whore.