Stillness of the musty air entombed… Death vents no last breaths here… My ghostly presence alone is chilling the air around -   So, the Gothic rose grew in the lightless chill of my dark aura… chilling its beating soul.   The cold of my tomb keeps these...

In the beginning… There was darkness… A blink later there was a supernova… An entity commanded, “Let there be light!”   In our beginning… There was distrust… A moment later there were your starry eyes and ebony lips…   You commanded me, “Let your light be tangled...

Years ago I was homeless at age 23. I panhandled and prostituted myself to stay alive in the streets of Springfield. It wasn't until towards the end that my guardian angel swept me off my feet… One late night, cold...

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...