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
curled
Posted in Crimson Writ on September 17th, 2019 by D'jaevlei set you down
so you may look up.
if I told you
that the way you tilt
your head
back
to meet
my
eyes
is a fist.
fingers entangled in hair
a heart in curled fingers
a punch to the gut
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
stained glass
Posted in General Musings on July 22nd, 2019 by D'jaevlethere is too much color
in
stained glass
to capture
your reflection
but I see you in the way
the pieces
break
i made you that way
poured your words
into dark places
to ferment
a drought
of moments
bleached of light
i could still taste
crimson and clove
in the apertif
of you
my darkest fairytale
Posted in Crimson Writ on June 21st, 2019 by D'jaevleyou are lost in the woods
you are lost in the woods and you are alone.
you are lost in the woods and you are most decidely not alone.
you can hear my breathing
feel the tickle of my gaze on the nape of your neck
you pray
I prey
we pray together.
we pray through hands on naked curves
we pray through teeth on lower lips
we pray through fingernails biting into thighs
we pray when I open you
when I grip your throat
when I enter you
when you feel yourself sundered
to the choir and tears of angels
we pray
my favorite myth
Posted in Crimson Writ on April 23rd, 2019 by D'jaevleyou are Andromeda on a cliff
blindfolded, bound
sacramental sacrifice
for the sins of another
you are Persephone caught
harbinger of winter
pomegranate slut
reluctant companion
you are Ophelia drowned
tragedy and beauty
just below the surface
you are Galatea, goddess kissed
carved for my pleasure
(and hungers, too)
I am something else.
I am the rope that binds you to the rock.
I am the seeds you that led to your downfall
I am the water you surrendered to
and I am the chisel that cut until you were free