You slake you thirst on the heartblood of my creativity, gnawing to the bone. With a crackling joy you upset my comfortable atrophy and force me to dance in hot iron shoes. ‘It is pain’ you say, ‘that keeps the body moving’ and with solemn grey gaze you hunt me through labyrinth and dungeon, blessing me with the fear-joy of prey. You are my knife-edge goddess, owl-eye’d and cooly compassionate, drawing blood to keep it pumping, always stretching for the higher goal. You watch over me like a jealous lover, talons biting my shoulder blade, and for this I am comforted and blessed.
HELLENIC MISCHIEF
Your hazy whisper spoils me
I feel your gaze like a live wire and submit
Your presence is incense is holy sacrement is endless
I worship and worship and worship you
Cavorting like a drunk on feast day
I know you are there with me
You whisper secret knowledge
Set me down winding paths only you know
And for that I love you
You see through me
Into the roughest core spinning dense and tight
But you still accept my devotion
And that is enough
3AM
Sometimes it seems like the Fall
Is all that matters
How far, what speed
Useless details
People just like the splat you make
When you hit bottom
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