*NEW POEMS* FROM DARIAS LANHAM

Naked

As the silhouette of your curves slides through the shadows

Light sneaking through windows illuminating my anticipation

Show your eyes as penetrating and mine as submitting, longing in the mirror

Hungering for something deeper than, but as shallow as the carnal

You don't reject the imperfect prose of my naked form

As the honesty of your bare skin makes you living art

Your are intimidating yet vulnerable; filthy and divine

As we are purified by the flames of unrequited lust

Ashes to ashes my soul turns to dust as your oral alchemy

Transmutes orgasmic death into sensual rebirth

The pulsations of your Love Below reverberate on my lips like a Speakerboxx

And all was swallowed lost in the bass of a heartbeat

Guitar licks of your tongue making melodies on my nerves

Turning my moans into pleasure itself personified

And you become deified as my Aphrodite and I'm....

Just Hephaestus under your hips; I'd fall from Olympus

To be a god reduced to your super powered sex slave

Who care's for the next day when our eternity is now?

And the only regret is that this very eternity we feel is finite

So as I sink into your sheets like black ink my only request

Is that you use my instrument to express our poetry to the world

Ikarus Never Flew

If I died tonight my sarcophagus would be gilded by broken dreams

Transformed into a fools gold to cover my faults

Ikarus that never flew staring through his prison tower window

Wondering if lift off would be worth it at all

Forced to crawl, but if my protests against this world are wrong

I'll never be right and accept the slavery of your limitations

Superman exists with kryptonite chains of law and disorder

With psychological borders as imaginary as  state lines

The same state lines blocking my freedom

But I'd gladly leave this mausoleum of comfort and chance the living world

Dead on arrival at birth... I still was born

Simply to die, trying to live and fill

The dash on my gravesite with some form of significance

Greatness isn't a goal its the only

Die enormous over living dormant and lonely

Envying the success of those who cloned me

While the original record gathers dust amongst samples and remixes
BY DARIAS LANHAM, NOM DE PLUME OHINI JONEZ