My muse, my cloak - when you’re here beside me, Think of these shadows you cast upon me, out of a smothered light Are forbidden pleasures of yours as much as can be. Like a glove you love to wrap me within...

Dawn in your waking eyes, dusk in your dying eyes. Our eyelids peel in daybreak and embrace in nightfall.   There was an aurora of tears in your dusking eyes. Now a velvety blackness behind those fallen eyelids.   Now a death-like still in those tear-wells. Now a life-like rush in bulging...

Look what a hot ember it is! Dipped into a fiery horizon from which hell screams, torching a bleeding cold blue sky.   The barricade of night, thawed into a limp mold can no longer hold a form upheld by nocturnal façades.   Tis’ a day of new beginnings. Why...