Sublime Terrain

Shadowy images,

forging in the soul

what living visions

have sought to express,

Words

are riparian forms,

bearers of dreams,

eager crimson rivers

ascending wind-swept limbs

of newly born castles,

filled with night beasts

among the Carpathian mountains.

Candle Light

Within a candle’s gentle glow,

amidst the flame of this lit statue,

I find the warmth of your kisses.

I yearn for your fangs upon my body.

Our bodies stretch out to become

fiery canvases in each other’s mouths.

We pass our hands through the flame,

and we become artists—

Surrounded by dim reflections

of life on the walls around us.