::Little Girl:: 
 
/Wraith/ 
Saffron and saturnine 
I walked a dream and wished a waking 
But as dawn hit the silent mist 
found me suddenly wanton; breaking 
Sleep a circle, 'eve to dream 
the furrow bent and the plow rusted 
Forgot the lilt, silt and soil 
learned less of love for those I'd lusted 
Sheen of sweet steel I trapped 
beneath my palms his locked embrace 
Keys and locks hold no magic 
the body always remembers disgrace 
Silken swallows of flame-lit lies 
the bed I'd made had long since born 
crushed flowers; I never liked dead things 
soles and fingertips long since worn 
 
}{Wrape}{ 
Bruised black and purple staining 
the ledge was metallic, cellular loss 
Shed skin from Self, prism to pride 
breath had never been higher a cost 
Beneath the beautiful, the core exposed 
rotten, feverous, wretched, benign 
Supped loud on Self, shell peeled away 
Corvus: brothers of beak and brine 
Bound to heart, braided-in vitals 
the sheath that held him near gave break 
Diamond eyes, like fastened locks 
gave way to a dull, colorless ache 
 
|*Wallow*| 
Built to suffer, the Body held-fast 
scrubbed clean with silk and feathery down 
Self lost her way, carried by doubt 
whilst the Body; adorned by staff and crown 
Sunk lo' down onto kingly hips 
jeweled lengths with which to marvel and ponder 
But the Self steered, the body Obeyed 
and both were left, unfettered, to wander 
Streams and currents held the legends 
overflowing and overruneth always; Our cup 
The tide had not kept Us Here nor There 
but whispered, endlessly, "Wake up. Wake up."