unambigous altar

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 21st, 2019 by D'jaevle

prey.

one word.

one unambiguous word.

prey.

you, prey.

I. Prey.

one word.

a universe of intentions.

I prey, but entwined with

I desire.

you – prey, but entwined with

fierce, singular, selfhood.

I prey on your raised

selfhood.

(bared ass, all fours, caught, defile, devoured)

you – prey, of a mind, of a moment.

of surrender.

somewhere in the middle.

we prey together.

the way you bruise

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 11th, 2019 by D'jaevle

you were a dream I had
more light than thought
more thought than real
more real than waking

you were a dream I had
and you were
poised
placed
positioned

and you

pleaded
promised

part
ed

to
invite
me
in

capsize

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 5th, 2019 by D'jaevle

you are my vessel
meant
for drowning

i fill you with
the way your leg looks
hooked over the edge of the tub

the droplets that gather
in concave and curve
tiny mirrors shaped
by your breasts

until
the weight of my regard
tips you over

midas

Posted in Captured - The Spoken Word, Crimson Writ, Poetry on September 15th, 2018 by D'jaevle

do not pity Midas
for turning love to gold

envy him
for capturing a moment
forever

if I had his gift
you would be an altar
for my sins

preparing for winter

Posted in Captured - The Spoken Word, Crimson Writ, Poetry on September 14th, 2018 by D'jaevle

little red went riding

and found the woods too cold

now she’s nestled next to me

doing what she’s told

vessel

Posted in Poetry on May 23rd, 2018 by D'jaevle

I’m never so possessive,
but in want
for a gold
(empty)
chalice
for me
to
fill

you are.

jericho doll

Posted in Poetry on August 4th, 2017 by D'jaevle

I knew the girl, but lost her name.
where her heart was kept
was not the same

I knew the shape, her silvered need
but not how deep the cut
to see her bleed

I lined each blade within a row
gave each a word (a word she’d know).
and I waited by the tower built
touched each edge, each blade and hilt.

route 66

Posted in Poetry on March 14th, 2017 by D'jaevle

there is a beauty to a curve that
doesn’t quite end, it just
becomes another curve
like a smile
or silk
like a kimono showing
a bared shoulder
is a curve
you
are a curve

faultlines

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on May 30th, 2016 by D'jaevle

I crack nails on stone to find rich soil
mold clay into flesh
and flesh into place
heat my hands between your thighs
so I can temper skin
into marble

a smooth
perfect
cage

I set chisel to bone
and wait for

“Please.”
lean into it
shell cracked, lines split
topology and braille

I never loved you so much as when your imperfections were mine to trace.

one by one

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on December 4th, 2015 by D'jaevle

time is measured observation
I mark mine by your breath
unbidden or coaxed
in ease or labored
promised or stolen

I count them all.