Two Poems

 he who hungers for fire

he who hungers for fire

Self excommunicate

with closeted desire

but when Night incarnate

descends with mortals walk

out slinks locked Self to stalk

he who hungers for fire

with furtive glances seeks

sins to expire perspire

the sultry closet reeks

nether fires between thighs

penance in whimpered sighs

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in hora mortis

abiding, Time crept by languid and silent.

trudging down winding paths

of remembrance and forgetfulness

(through) xanthous wounds etched

in the screaming sky.

it slithered and writhed,

heaved, quivered, and pulsed.

laden with memories of the past,

of lovelorn lovers languishing in misery.

evening has come.