Speckled Dragon

Siva
Shiver
Speckled dragon
Born electric
Come what may
Drink fire in china
teacups
Exhumed and eely
Lemon fucking squeezy
Canabis delights sum up
his equation
To honour borne
His inflation
Siva
Quiver
Jelly are my knees
And I say
Oh my
Speckled Dragon please
Pubescent are my dreams
of speckled dragons on speed.
To Home

When I look at you;
I think of home.
Memories of twisted surf
and splashing cliffs.
Black rocks mottled with grey
splashes of organic paint.
Soot soul driven
by winds and hurricane.
Driving home in darkness.
Hot lemonade summers;
red with raspberries and cream.
What a lovely dream
it is to look at you.
When I think of you;
I look at home.
Coconut coloured eyes,
eyelashes lifting
and drooping
with shy.
Nude pink hills; your hips are
mountains I climb with fingered wishes,
and flowered lilac kisses.
When you smile secret ideas
lift with the lines your glasses
created.
End pecked on your nose
Chocolate threads your hair is knitted;
entertained by your wit.
When I look at home; I look at you.
I am there again.
With you.
Death Eater

Death destroyer, life giver
You are my words; you are what I speak
Death eater’s worms, death you feast
Of rotted flesh you mark, you wreak
Cinnamon weaver
Death’s siren calls, you are not mine
You are not wicked are you? Child of wine
Dead I am, and Death I hear
Do you call to me; I am not sure
What are you saying, Death Eater
You are seemly laughing demure
Death mirrored, death betrayer
You bury me with love layer upon layer
And I cannot breathe for wanting you
Death Eater
And I am ashamed of my desire
Death Giver
And I gaze with virginal eyes
Death is my dreaded, darkened demise
And I am tortured by this sweet sex
Death I am so terribly vexed
So sweet you stab me, belay me, unravel, gain me
Death Eater, swallow me
But you give me life, or so it seems
But I am dead, only alive in your dreams
Death Eater
Dream Believer
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