Alvis' Warning

My love for Him will be my demise;
To love as Alvis, is to die as stone.
Cold and brittle, tricked alone,
He knew not love in his heart.
He knew not: to be broken is to be wise.

A journey to wed Him and take
From Him all but his love,
Is my pending fate, born above.
My soul, my life will part;
Then forever on, I shall not wake.

The words spat from his Brother’s tongue
In inquiry, in test to my quality
Rapt me up in a seeming eternity.
I took to these powers, as a baby to cart,
And they, to me and squeezed my lungs.

The story once warned providence.
Alas, I boldy threw my life,
Rackishly to my foe’s knife
Taken not, my body was; behold, the rampart
Shielded me, until Dawn’s vengeance.

To Him, in want, I yielded all
But, for Him, surrendered to destiny,
Cast in stone, I shall stay eternally.
Haunted, unbroken, I, as granite,
Once did, and still stand in that dusty hall.

Rose in That Garden

I, fertile and rich,
Have all but a rose.
My fruits are plenty, and yet
I crave, still, your bloom,
Dark and beautiful,
Your stems are thick;
Roots, deep from another garden
Taunt me into a despoiled desert.
A sweet smell of pungent
Nectar wafts through my memory
On an unsettled and capricious wind;
I dream of a petal, even one dried,
Discarded in airs,
To fall onto my dirt.
My waking hours are imposed;
My fruits, abandoned.
I do not call to you, Rose,
For I, sensitive to your thorns,
Know that you are rooted.
And I unbearably graze your leaf.

Untitled [She Haunts Me]

She haunts me.
I summon her in fear,
Though she is with me,
Inside me.
She creeps up behind my eyes
When I hide from her, my sight.
She pierces my groin
And I shudder in her touch.
The feeling of my tightening briefs
The fear of being swallowed whole,
Consumed completely in surrender
To her, makes my head spin.
In my disorientation,
I tunnel my strength
In frail attempt to rise
In Revolution against her.
I cringe and push and grab
And groan and pull and caress,
And explode. White flag, tranquil.
Only in my complete surrender
Am I liberated.
She will wait
Seducing my memories,
Calling upon her allies
And forge a strike upon me.
I crave her offense.
I need her war.
In my desire she is waking…

Untitled [In Her Aspersion]

In her aspersion,
I knew not my enemy;
However, found truth.