Old 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...
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Into the air we rose, your firey wings beating a cadence of sublime passion. Feathers of flame licked my face. I arched back to offer my throat and saw acres of clouds in an infinite field of blue. My life gushed into your eager mouth. Spent, I slumbered in your arms, dreams of the heavens fluttering behind my eyes. I lived for your breath.
And how many of us know what it is to be loved by an angel? The desire, the pure fire of embodied thought is more consuming than any earthy hunger. You spoke to me in music; I replied with cacophany, unable to reach the pinnacles of your ideals.
When you let me fall, the sun scorched my flesh, reminding me of pleasures lost.
