Here’s my final poetry folio I’m working on at the moment. These are all final drafts, they are complete poems but are undergoing slight tweaking on a word and syllable level at the moment. Their finished form won’t change much though… no more than a word or two here and there. :)

Oh, and for reference, the first six poems are part of a ‘suite’, so to speak, which is tentatively titled “And They, Themselves”, dealing with mythic figures of both Gods and Men. The last two are pure fun and indulgence :)

Eros

rnHe pats silver-flecked plasticrnspoons against goosebumps,rntastes swirled raspberry cream andrnlicks nipples flecked withrniced sensation. Grinning,

indrawn breath finds frozenrnoxygen crossing mucous-membranes,rnwarmed carbon exhuming innerrnalveoli surface with gasps of rncrystallised prehistoric communication.

Polyvinychloride-coated calf musclesrnexercise in rhythmic stretches,rnwhile Psyche’s teeth frame a gaspingrnvortex, sinuous flesh tonguing Eros inrnvibrating air.

Arthur

rnThey named her Mary, mother of God,rnbut for you she was Viviane,rnIgraine, Morgause, Morgaine,rnwomen streaked with sunlight inrnsilk face-framing locks that whisperedrncalm into ocean-kissed air.

She gave you jewels and perfumes,rnannointed your eyes with myrrh andrnran her tongue over your cheeks, whisperingrnsister brother secret lover into darkenedrnskies, her body swelling with unwantedrnyet unrisked passion.

Your eyes beheld the floating isle’s retreatrnthrough vapourous rushes, gulls keeningrnhunger over clash of steel on steel onrnflesh, cutting red roses to water to

earth with streaks of blooded ambition.

Son yet killer stalks from tree trunks torncharge, causing dancing feet tornwaltz in syncopated motion withrnbladed exaltation, driven lengthwise fromrnyour sword to his heart yet your own piercedrnby three feet of iron despair.

Beldevere claimed hope and discarded it,rnremorseless, into the oblivious mud-wrackedrnlake bed, blade that stone caressed rnnow immersed in fish spawn,rnyour last breath rattled to the sight ofrnsilver sinking beneath crystal blue.

From incestual lust came innocent’s destruction,rnyet they call you once, and future, as theyrntear their sackcloth and spray wood-char onrnshaven locks, and pray to Mary, mother of God,rn”Give him to us once again.”

Odin

rnWith echoes of self-mockery hisrncloak billows in northern wind,rnrumbling hammerstruck thunderrndraping shadows on wide-brimmed headrncoverage, leaned against the sword tip ofrnjustice’s spear.

Eye gleams under hat’s rimmed rndarkness, single socketed crystal-gazerrneffervescent with wisdom drawn fromrndraught of watered moonlight, sacrificed visionrnthrough destined foresight withrnnon-consentual masochism.

Ravens dig calluses into shouldered rnperches, caws war yet peacefully urges rnmediated violent retribution. Human daughtersrnplace metallic cups on breasts before mounting flyingrnstallions, yet fall from the clouds as he stirs, longrnstaff dismissing Valkyrie-formed vengeance.

All-father yet non-parent, he stands in the world’s branchesrnand watches, once more, without feeling.

Jacques de Molay

rnWet earth surrounding shatteredrnoak pylons spatters mud intornwaste-wracked water, stakes drivenrnheartwise in crusts of scabbedrnstone and brick.

A hooded mannequin ipsrncrocks of potted flammabilia, flexingrnoiled musculature in stuttered springrnraindrops, eau de cologne wafting overrnassembled peasant audience asrnKing watches, for country.

From Temple’s nightfall dawn callsrnhim forth, stumbling under weight of failedrnconfession beside soul-brother condemned rnthrough perverted sanctimony.

Chained to posts and sparked withrnfire’s punishment, the Last Templar liftsrnirises to blaze vengeance into the Fair,rnthen slumps into consumed ash,rnspirit wafting through cursed Royalty yetrnembraced by God.

Osiris

rnEzra gathered my fallen limbs butrnwas merely the imitator,rnscattered sarcophagus littered withrnthe moon-goddess’ hair and skin,rnfragmented silk cloth onrnbones of melted white.

She brought me from darkness ofrniron-bound woodwork and fusedrnflesh with caressed muscle,rncomplete without masculinity.

Life sparked as we fucked andrntouched the edges of western death,rnson bloomed as father’s rebirthrngraced the hallowed ground,rncrook and flail lashing inrnsadomasochistic abandon.

Now death looms as Isis suckles rnchildish birdwings;rnI watch, consumed by skeletalrncelibacy, afterlife claimed byrnPuritannical freedom yet still,rnsensually persistent.

Judas

rnI stood on the hill,rnsteel-crossed saplings formingrnechoes of barred oblivion with yournglued to the branches,rnthe iron bindings driven betwixtrncarpal orthodoxy.

You cried and I wept,rnblanketing obsidian plough-drifts rnwith liquid empathy, yourrnwhite robes blooming withrnhaemoglobin patterns.

My hand curled palm-lines aroundrnglistening metallic betrayal;rnI flexed my fingers and droppedrnsilvered disks beside tear-etchedrnearth, while

you locked your eyes on mine,rnand smiled,rnyour teeth illuminated byrnpearls of sunlight;rnyou smiled,rnas I mourned.

engage

rnCracked panes refract smears ofrnsun-drenched cloudbanks,rnpointed finger-spouts suck salty nectarrnfrom ocean’s glass.

Grass drowns under dreamingrnrainfall rivers, serpent-coilsrnof glistening water folding intornpartial ouroboros circuits,rnbroken twice.

Bubblegum-pink boots splashrnorange polyester with fleckedrndirt juice, trailing floral-patte

all natural fertiliser onto brandedrnelegance.

Table-top celebrators twitchrnon vibrating cross-beams andrnfall, slipping on floodedrnfloor ceramics, thongs slaprnin lightning time. As well as the ceramic donut atomizer.

Mocked cream parts via steely yetrncarefully cleansed sausage slicer;rn who wants some cake?

caramelise

rnthe wooden spoon beatsrnbaby-puffs of powderedrnADD-inducing chemicals,rnfolding glucose-rich syruprnwithin floured cream.

180 degrees later,rnwithdrawn from a burnished furnace yourngrind textured pastry between teeth rnto extract the caramel goodness,rnsugared crystals foldedrnin whipped lactated bovine essence tornenhance the effective aromatic appeal.

Alcata’riel.

-Andiyar