Excalibur

It was burning August when I ceased even to dream. The bruises bloom. Everyone else moves while I live in the stillness of desire. I wanted you and I fear want became a need. Bury me bright burning eternity. Desire is driving its crucifixion nails into me. Scythe in the Stygian night, the stars regard me from their dark gardens, and I am at your bed divine desire in the verdure of evening. I must survive my desire. I live for the oblivion at your lips, I witness the infinite. A momentary ecstasy of flames, then blackness gathers before my eyes as if I were strangled by desire. August tempests break at your feet, and yes I wept for the mercy of drowning. In the fires of vespertine, who am I to deny desire its ravishing victories? Sirens singing requiems on the streets shriek to witness me. At my fragile flesh, Desire bared its jagged teeth. A rapture of beasts. Darling, won’t you fire walk with me? The vanities! of creation! Let me sleep at the darkness near your feet, where the terrors cannot touch my wounded body. Desire burned like anguish in me. At the shrine of desire, I kneeled for mercy

Like gleaming Excalibur, Dawn came down on my face as a blade. In your honey eyes the darkness dies. Madonna, mother of moths, give me what I want. Darkness in the daytime like a guillotine. Sanguinis fires, sunset is like a skin of crimson silk in the anguished skies. Stars in flaming cradles, I witness the infinite. Lilium in the last light. In your honey eyes the darkness dies. I need a knife inside of me. Desire burned like anguish in me. When you witness me, I am held as if by a bridle of light. Darkness like a daydream of the guillotine. In the bridle of desire that darkness dies. I felt like liquid fire in your eyes. Lilium in the last light. Desire at your bed of blades I screamed with delight. To survive my vanishings, I went into desire’s deeps. Lilium on fire in the last light. In the afterglow of the world, desire had me in a chokehold. I was the darknesses daydream. I heard swallows in the shadows sing. Witness! and survive exile! Desire sliced me in the daytime like a guillotine. At the throne of my throat, your god of dark desire Eros rose. Desire! Gouge my eyes in the evenings, my jewelled Jezebel. I rest at your feet where serpents sleep. Eros was groaning at my throat and yes I swallowed. The lushness of desire! I die, I die, I die

In the twilight winds I whispered in anguish. I lived! oh I lived! for an instant at your lips and by desire was extinguished!