goddess
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 26th, 2019 by D'jaevlegolden aura
laughing eyes
and you
so perfectly
naked
and
divine
radiance as raiment
which is nothing at all
your bared self
is
a miracle
of beauty
elegant undoing
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on September 24th, 2019 by D'jaevleTell me where you are most brave.
so I may pluck it from you
sip the sweet marrow of your surrender
and make your hunger mine
the laughter of gods
Posted in Poetry on September 5th, 2019 by D'jaevlethunder.
I wait for it, window open, clove between two fingers, whiskey like gasoline at hand.
thunder is a pulse
metallic scent, soft rain, and then –
heartbeat
thunder. Thunder. THUNDER.
unambigous altar
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 21st, 2019 by D'jaevleprey.
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'jaevleyou 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'jaevleyou 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'jaevledo 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'jaevlelittle red went riding
and found the woods too cold
now she’s nestled next to me
vessel
Posted in Poetry on May 23rd, 2018 by D'jaevleI’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'jaevleI 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.