Brugge Septiembre 23, 2007

Suspended in bittersweet dusk–
The queen of Flemish adrift,
That evil seraphs do stain,
And mournful waters do weave.

Dead maiden long forgotten
Under gray skies disappeared
Unwilling to be pictured,
But waiting to be seen.

A perfect circle Septiembre 17, 2007

Smothering
Tight umbilical noose
Gathering blood
Before dead pyres.

And we all stand still
Those endless hours
Playing Pompeians
Covered in past.

Raven girl Mayo 18, 2007

Oh how I came across you —
The sweetest among the sweet birds —
Hair of ink and sparking eyes,
A sweeping smile that lightens all.

Oh how your voice with no clouds
Washed away the filth of the world —
Then I became unheavy
And my past woes, a fair price for you.

Oh how you easily read me
Like I’m written in cipher no more —
No masks with you are required,
No boundaries, no dark spots will grow.

Evanescent Mayo 18, 2007

The memory of you
Still haunts me
With that rare quality
Of waterfalls –
Piercingly physical
Yet impossible to grasp –
And I despairingly am
Bound to read in your name
The cypher
To this enslaving taste
Of having my wings
Pinned down
By all those worlds
That could not be
Without you.

Ten possible definitions of love Mayo 18, 2007

A prison sought
Consensual lie
An artificial paradise
Enslaving bait
A warmth afar
Her charming nudity in the dark
Stabbing hope
A blooming pyre
The exact reverse of my desire.

Or some new evil not known yet.

Hiatus Mayo 18, 2007

You withdraw
Like some losing boxer —
Ever sliding backwards,
Fostering the gap
That keeps you unharmed —
Yet you forge a smile
The very instant
Everything in your body
Screams I am the dawn of your fears
No matter how carefully
I disfigure myself
Vainly attempting
Not to scare you.

Nimrod Mayo 18, 2007

Now and then I query
This blind benediction
Of having a fondness for thorns
And the blood they evoke —
Adamantine taste
For the elusive flesh
Of the unreachable,
Unyielding erotica of suicide
Drawing me
To their garden of delights
Where desire and destruction are one —
Enough for the old painful sting
To make me crave
For a fair deliverance
That will never come.

Morbid beauty of detachment Mayo 18, 2007

I’ve sensed you — eyes retreating,
Lips undefiled by cherished names,
The dim aura of the unloveable
Surrounding us both
And we proudly feed on the distance
Neither you nor I will walk
Even when the void in us
Craves for unborn kisses
And other cruel delights
We wish denied by Fate —
So neither suffers that much
The dear old instant
We choose not to love
But to run away
To the charming shelter
Of our self made misery.

Garden of phonemes Mayo 18, 2007

Everything invaded
Some things exhumed —
The callous light of discourse
Shapes my self
And I twist my yesterdays
And dissect my today —
Such a brave act of science
Among missing hopes of change.

Necropsy Mayo 18, 2007

Grim euphoria,
Fading despair,
Lustful will
Of self destruction,
Joyless pride
(Like every Phoenix),
Patient mirror
To your feral splendor,
Smoke you molded
With careless hands,
Velvet pillow,
Harmful dreams,
Dismal sun,
Brilliant shadows,
And sad debris.

Things I’ve been
Vainly chasing
That ever elusive
Love of yours.

Journey to the house of dolls Mayo 18, 2007

I dive in your flesh
As I’ve done in many others —
Nameless, luring, putrid —
There’s no treasure to find, I know,
But the fever of loss, the sting of despair,
Each time my sex seeks inside you
The answers you lack
For we both know
That our thundering hearts,
Our ravenous touch,
Our forged dirty talk,
Are nothing but punishment.

Viperine Mayo 18, 2007

It’s bitter, being your prey —
So precise, so brutal,
The flies in your mouth
Shaping me
After the lamb
Everyone kills
To soothe lust.

By the sea Mayo 18, 2007

Precious and mournful
Furious Venus
The grayest of all eyes
Saw desecration of self —
The far-flesh strategy
Protecting the last bit of joy
(Cherished sullen childhood)
A defaced phallus
Inexorable tide
Corroded her loins.

Exhausted lost body
Devoid of purpose
Under callous male skin
(The first of thousands to fear)
Broken lips, telltale sex
Drowned in ashamed silence —
Lavinia forsaken in dismal sands
Wrapped herself in oblivion
Walked back to her new old world
Where evil was only a bad dream.

Gothic Trilogy – III. Reunion Mayo 18, 2007

The day withers at last,
My soul seized by twilight —
And it’s you, my love, whom I call
With dry hallowed words
You once carved in my skin —
Haunting verses, curse, plea,
Secret writing that I treasure —
Last trace of your existence.

They now wrap me,
These violet cold shadows,
These ravenous friends
You have cast over my world
And as red broken lifelines
Slip away through my flesh,
The dim taste of your body
Mourns again in my mouth.

Then this sweet somber chant comes,
Scented venom pervading it all
And a dense, sudden mist
Through which my blind eyes perceive
That pale liquid frame of yours
As you slowly spread ebony wings
And let my name mould your lips
To gather us again in Hades.

Gothic Trilogy – II. Chimera Mayo 18, 2007

Rustling leaves brought you,
Bright and slender Brontë ghost —
Flowing hair, raven eyes,
Pensive smile of fallen angels,
Siren’s spell in every word.

I recall the charm of black snow
As it perversely dripped from your warm lips —
Promise of fall, redemption, despair —
A kind of love I had not known,
The kind of love you could inflict.

And then I saw my blooming grave,
The human nature in your heart —
And it cast lust and spite and fear —
The finest fruits that I would taste
Down in that spring-like hell of yours.

Black summer brought the end with it
Oblivion winds erased your trace
So I could mourn a faceless ghost,
A timeless joy, an evil dear,
A furious dream that never was.

Gothic Trilogy – I. Sweet taste of slavery Mayo 18, 2007

My tired, craving skin blossomed
And thorns of sheer loving anguish
Pierced your undone embrace —
Made you bleed the compassion you feed on.

My carnivore angel — I summoned you
And drowned in your absinthe breasts
Where I slept long opaque hours
And had the most scented dreams.

But the wolf in you awakened —
Then your flesh turned into winter
And your sex became all needles
And your lips harvested spite.

Banished from your mistress dream
I sank in anonymous bodies
In search of another black deity —
Of sweet sulphur bondage again.