The Incest

Fleeting was your touch
Yet it sparked magic
Like another's wand would
Bound by blood
Before we were
Before we lived
This blood now forbids
Us be entwined
So I am
Strait-necked
Staring into your eyes
Dark;
They sing my song
And ask me why
I covet the things
I cannot have.

Flower Song

An ambush in amber is
Heather in bloom!
Sky flowers and
Plain green rockets
Tossed and drowned in seas
Of dressing,
To make it
Edible
Lovable
For fickle you.
Calla lilies to sing your dirge:
Blood orchids to fool you
A Rosebush for your soul;
Thorny for your vanity
And Peonies for the epoch
Of your initiation into
"La Pauvrété"