The Unknown

Who are you?; he whispers.

Walks around me,

assessing, challenging.

A deep need.

A desire, a foundation for flames.

He touches lightly

uncertain of the authenticity.

A fleeting kiss,

Who are you?

Gathers his appetite, his ardor,

reaches, pulls me into his arms.

A deep sigh.

I hear the word...”you”.

Far away and falling fast

fear claws, rigid, thick.

He resurrects me,

he's in me.

And I can't breath.

Breakable

I'm falling,

I'm falling apart in silence.

A quiet desperation.

Breakable.

A slow motion separation,

a daily shattering

of self.

Clinging, yet falling.

Broken.

Bridge of Sighs

A night venture

yes, just a short trip

this evening.

After all, what can it cost?

A mere coin?

Reach into your pocket

we leave straightaway.

The moon casts a naked shadow

on the blackest of rivers

not a ripple to disturb

the marble of it's fathomless depths.

Old as time

mortal for only a brief breath longer.

What color is your thread?

As we enter the room of Fates,

what color?

Red, a bright jewel blue perhaps,

or a shade of night dew on still water?

No matter...you have reached the near shore.

Hand your gold coin to Charron.

He awaits and he is impatient.

Take a lengthy breath and

step into the boat.

It is called the Bridge of Sighs for a reason.

This is your last.

Ashes

Through the shadows darkly, he slips
his steps silent
mind pained, chaotic.
He lost.
Not a gambit, no trifle,
her love.
In ashes, burning wild, uncontrolled
as is his heart.
He seeks the dark, beseeches the dark
moans aloud his agony,
in the dark.
He remains in the shadows.

Royal

Dowager Queen?

They know nothing, this council of fools!

This is my choice, my life.

I made it thus.

Think they can marry me off to Spain, do they?

Are they blind to theses robes of Royal Purple?

Let them dither and pronounce...

it is I alone that holds this scepter, wears the

crown of gold.

I am Queen. I watch, I listen.

I am Royal!

Video et taceo

Living on the edge

Did he ever nod his head 'yes'? Say the word out loud?
A brief moment of doubt, perhaps fear.
No quicker than a flash, a needle in his hand.
And never a second thought for another day.
Magic promised in a clear liquid,
an emptiness filled, a storm shored up.
He sips from agony, smells pain.
A prisoner of his own darkness.

He's living on the edge.

The Liar

the mistake, the God forsaken mistake.

she knew.... didn't she?

The rocky promontories of her soul

seek asylum, a piece of relief.

A sliver of blue on a dark horizon.

The mistake yet follows her

like a branded red M on her sheath.

but she let him in.....

she is now surrounded with his

emotional debris. Crowding her thoughts.

Drowning her in his ever present need, the

stench of his sorrow.

The light is bleeding out of her, a dependent

to his desires. Vulnerable and no longer her own.

She exists only to fulfill his wishes. Her mistake.

Her crown of martyrdom does not sit well upon her head.