Sugar

I lead men

to the edge

of divine abyss.

Wrap them like gifts

for the Gods,

then watch them become

unwrapped.

Melt like sugar

into smooth sweetness;

dissolve in the heat

of my hands.

My siren song

a lullaby.

My honey realm

a shadow dream,

gated;

I hold all the keys.

Your Shadow

You left

your shadow.

Here

with me.

A dark impression of you remains,

blackly radiant with your kisses,

your resinous scents

of oudwood and amber.

Haunting enchantment;

fading golden glow;

whiff of fragrant sweet tobacco smoke;

nighttime sadness.

Midnight salt and sweat

of your skin

lingers on my tongue,

tasting of redolent spice.

You are inside me still.

I can feel you,

writhing

in and out,

our souls touching

at the hinges.

Memories of ecstasy, of betrayal;

these rich, royal colors,

all this pleasure and pain,

dark amethyst hues,

held within my glassy heart

like a powder keg.

In the same

dangerous, enticing,

volatile manner

that an enigmatic old bottle

contains a djinn.

We Watched A Falling Star

 
 I was so tender-hearted 

when I loved you,

years ago in a Northern hamlet

by a glacial lake.
My hopes for love 

were still intact then

noble and sacred edifices

constructed from an ancient narrative;

grand yet vulnerable 

like the Buddhist statues at Bamiyan

before they were destroyed.
We watched 

that star fall together,

one night when we sat

in thoughtful companionship by the lake edge.

Deer crept stealthily through the pines behind us

and we watched it

swirl across the sky 

like 4th of July fireworks,

then plummet.
Now my heart knows

what can happen

to majestic things.
Though I no longer hope

for you,

I still 

remember

everything.