I feast upon you not for
perfect countenance...

Veils of silver mist range
Embracing about my age-worn...

In nightmare shades and dreamy hues,
Envision the stark beauty of...

Steam and rose
Surround my peaceful sighs...

You have to admit his genius
Even if he's a little focused...

[In honor of Margaret Findley]
'She walks in beauty...

Your pale heart
Worries me, my love...

Like newborn spark
In calm spring breezes...

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

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

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

I sift through this ancient
compendium of human virulence...