(1) The Thoughts

goddess of rotten fantasy
illicit in me
fire overpowering
in its darkness.
Carve into me
visions, wishes
touches

of beauteous powerlessness
and pain

and illustrious
want

grace me with breath
for words I've long thought
and forgotten to say
or was too scared to.

dear goddess place me
where sense in all it's actuality
finds me.

my wants are too
dark
for prayers...


but prayer is nigh
grant me forced
held
captured
bound
writhe
under you oh god of
nonsensical actuality

I, curious,
and found bound
drunk on you
please me
with darkened alleys
and forced intimacy
and cure this fantasy
from heart and mind and soul.

cure me of you
God and Goddess

your pleasures are too
dark
for prayers...

Authoress' note: these are my tastes...bared for you under encouragement from an empress of prose...