lit

Posted in Poetry on September 28th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are a constellation

a map of suns

bright enough

to see through closed eyes

what sharp…teeth

Posted in General Musings on September 4th, 2021 by D'jaevle

the feast of you is –

hand, throat; teeth, nipple; words, fucked.

thirst, slated; prey, baited
you, mated

Iā€¦minimalize; write novels, and cut, cut, cut. Slash words, murder thoughts, paring my thoughts into a single focused thought.

You.

pared down

to the essentials

and bared

to my

Wolf

Mandrake Root

Posted in Crimson Writ, General Musings on August 25th, 2021 by D'jaevle

It is said that darkness provides the cover needed to be our true selves.

There is truth in that. In the grace of dark cover, away from curious eyes, we are often granted the bravery necessary to ackonowledge our more wicked sides.

But it is not enough.

Because it is only when you are seen as your most wicked self that it becomes something real. Something not just awknowledged, but embraced.

Listen.

You are most honest when held by a gaze that doesn’t judge. Under the eyes of someone who accepts all parts of you, you can unfurl, reaching towards truth and allow your walls to lower. It is there that you find fertile soil to let your hungers grow.

And I – I am large enough of self to provide the shade you need to be brave. I am confident enough to let the vines find purchase about my limbs.

And I am strong enough to help you nurture that garden that I might pluck the fruit from the vines, sink my teeth into plump curves, and savor your secret self.

last bitten

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 23rd, 2021 by D'jaevle

this is your last chance.

the last open door

the last bit of daylight

the last choice
before all the rest
belong
to
me.

petite

Posted in Poetry on August 16th, 2021 by D'jaevle

be the rain for me.

kiss my cheeks
and bless my lips

hide my tears
with your own

wash away
all things
but
this.

(the rain)
(and you)

toc

Posted in Poetry on July 27th, 2021 by D'jaevle

the unwinding of clocks
reminds me that momentum
is relentless
unless you have
teeth.

wolf teeth

Posted in Captured - Sinful Speech, Crimson Writ on July 20th, 2021 by D'jaevle

what if I told you
there was a wolf
who knew where you slept
and wasn’t afraid
to set his teeth
against your dreams
and make them his.

if you are marked
by intent
(gripped from behind, tangled hair in rugged claws)
would you offer
yourself to the wolf?

in the grip

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on June 24th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are one breath away from being in the grip of my hunger.

just one.

one breathe is forever.

it’s long enough to feel fear.

convinction,

anticipation.

desire,

doubt,

surrender.

one breath is long enough to meet my eyes

and after that

you have no time at all.

wisp

Posted in Poetry on May 30th, 2021 by D'jaevle

it is a mercy
and memory

a dream
sparked in the passing of hubris
and the sweetness of light.

dwell.
desire.
decide.

let us

Posted in Crimson Writ on April 23rd, 2021 by D'jaevle

Let us talk of hunger.

Share our ideals of what constitute a fine meal. The placement of the instruments which will elevate our feast from sustenance to experience.

Let us sit, here, and discuss the shape and size of our hunger.

Let us.

Let me.

Invite me in. Show me the places your hunger has carved inside of you. The artful erosion of practicality giving way to baser nature. Let me run my fingers along the smooth surfaces of the softer considerations: Your first kiss. Cuddling in a tent. Let me brush my hand over the sharper edges, the one’s that make you bleed when pressed against. How it feels to have a hand braced along your throat, holding you in place, holding you in.

Let me lick the remnants of your restraint from your fingertips.

Let me show you.

Let me re-arrange your pieces until there is enough space for us to feed.

Let me introduce you to my wolf.