Cold, golden chains, forged by my own two hands, they bind hold and grip from within, A ghost of a key I cannot yet see, will unchain my old soul from its sin.
Dearest Love, I make a promise to you made of a million promises from my soul to yours, which has been sitting patiently yet impatiently for centuries waiting to feel this touch. Tears cloud my sight as I try to poorly write the feelings which can never be adequately expressed through the poverty of simple... Continue Reading →
Vocal chords, not made for speech, Your mind and soul they try to reach, Never discordant they curve and then travel, A story of souls they are trying to unravel. Made of silken whisps of note, They sing of songs we both once wrote, And as I tense my longing centre, Pushing tuneful words that... Continue Reading →
How pounding were your quiet, tip toed footsteps towards my soul that day our paths crossed. Echoed in the incessant beating of my heart, a symphony played across the multiverse, whose euphonious melody made the gods scream and cry out in envy at this sumptuous and aeonic connection. Quiet is this love, carefully hidden in... Continue Reading →
Warm moist bodies with no thoughts, do not two souls entwine, With your mind, please take me now and sweetly, I am thine.
Cover me in blankets, please Place some pillows on my knees, Tie my feet with satin, tight Blindfold me with midnight's light. Scarves of silk should bind my lips, Looks of scorn, my fingertips (lest they wander on their own, to places warm that your hands own) On my stomach, anvil -lead Stop these lepidoptera,... Continue Reading →
Temptation twists her wily limbs around heart beats' desire, And though I fight her wanton ways, she makes restraint a liar.
https://s3-ap-northeast-1.amazonaws.com/poodll-audioprocessing-out/CP/30/rmp3online/recordmp3online.com/poodll/poodllfile5b2cef73e0afe1.mp3 This is one of my absolute favourite songs. I know everyone has their favourite version, and it's been covered at least 1000 times , but my favourite version has always been the one in my head. It's so beautiful, it touches all the right places in the soul, mind and body and the... Continue Reading →
In a chest there sits a box, and in this box, sits darkness, Nox. And in that darkness, sits a cup and from its dew I often sup. And in that cup there stands a flower, wilting slowly, hour by hour, and on its petals resting there, a soft and silver angel hair, upon that... Continue Reading →