you are an emperor.

…the old fierce pull of blood.

I would write with blood on your back so you grow the most efficacious aphotic wings that no blizzard, no torrential storms or Oceans of tears could ever tear apart.

“There is something bleeding to death inside me but I don’t know what it is.”

But darling, these memories? they will desecrate you, make you crawl into a burgeoning cave of poison. It will not leave you alive.

Dante et Virgile

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you.

Now the hour bows down, it touches me, throbs metallic, lucid and bold: my senses are trembling. I feel my own power —

We will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

What's the kinkiest thing you are into?

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.