The night, and the sweet tender warm inviting darkness
The familiar brilliance of the darkness
evaporates
as she comes
Solemn surrender
Violent release of solitude
gasping for solace
her secret
Buried within a chest of glassy youth
Touched not by my desires
And alive.
Beautiful as the shower of light she designs.
The world explodes at her touch and falls away beneath me.
Black sections of reality
erupt backwards
and I am devoured by light
Light
Searing
Beautiful.
April 7th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Sacrifice
Shroud me
envelope me in your absent silence
your vivid rain
The aim of your perception
The engaged sensation
of an elegant delight
Starvation of erotica
undone
Too long and inviting a glance.
Invisible cries
of melting suns
within the calm labyrinth of your eyes.
February 16th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.
February 13th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
of darkness.
Darkness, sickly sweet
With skin like the sea
and Eyes like yellow wine; would that I dance
of your touch
Blank stare into internal skies
Skies of hope and prosperity,
that they should clash in a glitter of despair
And to be lost? With smoke and dreams,
so do I vanish.
The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy.
With a tumultuous rising
venturing into the light
and then into a warm
darkness
Bonded only
by motion
friction bound
by virtue
Virtue
Restrained only until the touch of a sigh
And then surrendered.