Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 26th, 2019 by D'jaevle

golden aura
laughing eyes
and you
so perfectly

radiance as raiment
which is nothing at all
your bared self
a miracle
of beauty

elegant undoing

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on September 24th, 2019 by D'jaevle

Tell 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


Posted in Crimson Writ on September 17th, 2019 by D'jaevle

i set you down
so you may look up.

if I told you
that the way you tilt
your head
to meet

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'jaevle


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 –


thunder. Thunder. THUNDER.

unambigous altar

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


one word.

one unambiguous word.


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


(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

and you





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

you are my vessel
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

the weight of my regard
tips you over

stained glass

Posted in General Musings on July 22nd, 2019 by D'jaevle

there is too much color
stained glass
to capture
your reflection
but I see you in the way
the pieces

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'jaevle

you 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'jaevle

you 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