Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…

I was only kindling to reignite your heart

I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…