Blog, Gothic, Poetry, Writing

The Gothic Embrace

It is a fire that burns cold, Reaching into the soul With claws that scrape and scar, As a harmony of pleasure and pain, Abets one to begin again.   With sorrow Comes beauty, Mixing as does the sun at the end, Whose blood curdles amidst the night; As purple and blue reunite.   A… Continue reading The Gothic Embrace

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In Secret Love

Red velvet Midsummer nights Your body, and my own.   Lips are real When form is not; The weight of a soul, with pleasure I drown.   Memories of things greater Rival Ivy in green, As you poison my heart, my voice taken.   The moment, condensed, To ambrosia; an opus, Where one final breath… Continue reading In Secret Love