THE SIEGES

Lacrimosa reaping at the riversides, I am terrified of this life. When you speak, you shatter me with need. Even the memory of you is like a luscious poison of longing to me. A decadence of bells are pealing in the vespertine. Life is a brief siege. Desire burns like anguish in me. I’m terrified I do not want anything. Bring on the storm seasons. I waste away in the shadows, sealed into stillness like the carcass of stars across dark sargassum seas. Shackled by need, I languish in a jeweled silence. Requiem for this fleeting life. Desire my night rider behold the morphine of moonrise, you were an enticing Lucifer in the light. I have a vision of the void pulsing with life. Desire burns like the anguish of infinity in me. Tenebrae, I breathe in the darkness of the garden. Flowers flourish even on tombstones. My body the arrow of the world. Ceaseless genesis. Of what is a man made? The dark march of days. I retreat into fantasy. Everything has already happened to me. Madonna at the stormshores of God, voyager of nowhere, my formless one. There is ardor in murmurs and screams alike. Desire, do not desert me, your ravishing kingdom of fire is growing. Kindling at my skin, Desire —this breath of life— bring me back to being. You have the soul of a hunter but I seek the blessing of the end. Possess me again.