He comes to me on
sultry nights,
A pharaoh from
ancient times,
Mottled arms beneath
claw-tipped wings
Offer
acceptance, awaiting mine.
The fiend’s
claim is that I’m his alone;
His forked
tongue knows my longing.
Beneath these
orchid, jade-streaked skies,
My clouded mind still knows I'm falling.
I ascend his pyramid, step by step,
Stumbling from
love’s starvation.
I scale the
serpentine coils of his tail
Desiring complete
damnation.
His talons draw
me unto himself
Piercing
illusions along with skin.
He buries his
face in my tangled hair;
Like a fragrance,
he breathes me in.
I’ve allowed
myself to be captured
And become a treasured
possession;
His bruised
leather wings enfold me
I am his now,
without question.
I am sheltered
from uncertain sands
By my demon
guardian sphinx;
Preserved, like
a pressed flower,
Clasped in the
tomb of his wings.
