la nuit
moonlit shadows
and shrouds of black velvet
whose very presence lures me out
to roam these Pâris streets
the immortal hunter
seeking...
cherchant  â l'éternité...

ah, Pâris
ville d'amour
how you mock the very creature
I have become
with your beauty and eternal youth
your passion and decay
innocence and wickedness
sommes-nous pas indentiques?

young lovers walk in my darkness
flocking the steps
of Sacré Coeur
like birds of love
as dusk blushes the white stone
with red roses
like the white of my fangs
steeped in blood

their hearts beat
with an emotion
that forever eludes me

all these years and years
longing and wasted tears
will I ever find solace
from this eternal thirst?
est cela inévitable?

and as I drink the life
that bleeds slowly from the vein
warm sweetness lingers
upon cold blue lips
the passion that envelopes me
ah! quel transport!

I think surely this must be
what it is to love...
but it fades
ever so fleeting
leaving only a promise
of what might have been

***

your scent drifts from an open window
with the dark honeyed words of a Jacques Brel song:

"Je creuserai la terre jusqu`après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps d'or et de lumiere."

*I shall dig the earth until after I die
to cover your body in gold and in light*

I see you, mon trésor
l'image de toi
reflected from the mirrored glass
the darkness of your silhouette
the soft rustle of chiffon
I hear the tremor of your pulse
rushing your veins
yet, more than sound
it is a quiver that I feel

lured to the tender curve
of your pale dusted throat
inviting my deep white kiss

how easy it would be
to slip inside and bask in your light
my breath upon your shoulder
your hair upon my cheek
to feel you shudder
as you realize...
too late

impaled by my lust
you slowly bruise
and your elixir pushes past my lips
drinking you in
toi toute entière
like sweet red wine
the blood that seeps from the severed vine...
ah! quelle rapture!
to have you fill me so completely...
but I know how it must end

so each sunset finds me
outside your window
nuit après nuit
all these years and years
wanting you so that I ache
knowing it must never be

and like a rose
plucked from the thorny vine
you wither with the ages
growing more beautiful to me by death
and I grieve for you
long before they place you in the ground
these last moments are so precious...
I touch the cooling of your flesh
yearning to join you
in the darkest of all embraces
watch your eyes searching mine
and finally
the faint smile upon your lips
as if you knew
as if you always knew

then all is lost
and all that lingers
is my memory of you
and the ache that fills my soul

and I think surely this must be
what it is to love...
but it fades
ever so fleeting
as was your life
and the moments I allowed you to live it

cendres aux cendres
poussière à la poussière

manifest | covet | exhume | possess | bleed | breathe
 gaze  |  sacrifice  | writhe  |  stalk | lust | expose | intercourse

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