So vivid is the wild flower,
shocking white against...

Of the Talon and the Horn
No greater loss is seen...

I sip of this miso with intention,
slowly as to encourage...

Steam and rose
Surround my peaceful sighs...

I feast upon you not for
perfect countenance...

[And here is the 'rewrite' of my first poem, The...
Love never comes when it is expected...

I slip into the soulful recline of
black leather comfort...

Meet my gaze, don't turn away.
Don't regret your ache, nor run from me...

Like newborn spark
In calm spring breezes...

Your pale heart
Worries me, my love...

I venture into muted night
Damp dull grey sticking to my vision...

The portal to death creaks its grim close
As the last of the embers loses light...