In the wake of conflagration
how my heart is spitted from my chest
still beating for you
and amazing the carnal effect
that in pain and out of flesh
this is where I remain
oh – and how sweet in substance
do I burn beyond desire
alive in a feeling
that cannot be described in vain
as love
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Excavations
PoetryOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...