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]]> ~lelioimmortalIS A few of my favorite things.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19495578/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19495578/ Sun, 20 Jul 2008 07:08:03 PDT
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]]> ~lelioimmortalIS A few of my favorite things.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19231162/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19231162/ Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:31:51 PDT

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http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19177680/ Thu, 03 Jul 2008 04:54:16 PDT As if it mattered to the crowd
Scrabbling for the crumbs
Carelessly dropped at her feet.

Checking her reflection in a silver spoon,
The perfectly painted smile
On sale at Saks
Cracked against her wine glass
Like a worn out nightmare
Where the housekeeper
Swept nursery rhymes up off the floor
And hung her life up
For safe keeping.

She bears down on me
Suicide on the tip of her tongue
And leaves my thoughts
To rattle cages
Like paper skeletons
In a box of blue leaves.

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]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Devious Journal Entry http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19103650/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/19103650/ Sun, 29 Jun 2008 04:13:59 PDT

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A few of my favorite things

A sampling of my favorites from those on my friends' list:

Three artists you should visit:

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]]> ~lelioimmortalIS A few of my favorite things.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18850673/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18850673/ Sun, 15 Jun 2008 07:56:32 PDT

http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18769541/ Tue, 10 Jun 2008 15:41:49 PDT And watch the night move
Over your face -
A burnished veil
Of amber and jasmine,
Delicately hued in the lacery of your thoughts.

I catch the moon in the corner of your eye...
A thin riot of gold
Shimmers on your cheek in an arc
And vanishes.
And the spangle of stars
Dropping from the night
Brushes your eyelids
Like a beguiling jewel
Of wanton whispers.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS A few of my favorite things.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18718327/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18718327/ Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:36:13 PDT

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~lelioimmortalIS Devious Journal Entry http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18538614/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18538614/ Wed, 28 May 2008 05:42:35 PDT
The late autumn sky blazed and I found myself once again mesmerized by the display of color. I stood on the balcony and watched the stars one by one appear against the night tapestry, as if drawn forth by some silent plea. They say if you wish upon the first star...A small, cynical smile touched my lips. I remembered murmuring those words to a lover many years ago as we stood on our balcony overlooking the Champs~ElysÃ©es. Her face had looked up at mine with an almost desperate hunger to believe. Why did I insist on picking at that wound, I thought to myself bitterly.

Distractedly, my eyes wandered over that street scene below me. It was that time of day when life slowed down a bit before society began its nightly gamut of activities all designed to seduce the wealthy and privileged into yet another night of careless treachery. Behind those oh so civilized doors that faced the street like silent sentinels, intrigues both small and large stirred. It was a world I found both fascinating and deplorable. The thinnest veneer of manners masked decadence and deceit, all glossed over by the pale guise of morality..a commodity casually lost, found, bought, sold. And while I celebrated and reveled in all the tawdry glitter it had to offer, I did not feed from it. Those who wore prominence too garishly were far too visible for me to risk indulging my tastes fully. Instead they provided a playground - a wealth of dalliance to tempt my jaded senses. The slums on the outskirts of Paris provided all the sustenance I could ever crave and I took full advantage, glutting myself at every opportunity. Some nights became a veritable orgy.

I watched as several housemaids gathered under one of the street lamps for a much needed cigarette and a much needed break from the constant demands of their masters and mistresses. The drone like existence of their lives must crush the spirit at some point. To be forever at the beck and call of another, to not even own your own time..I could not fathom it. And in those few hours of troubled and hasty slumber, do you ever dream of the existence of beings such as myself? Fragility can be so easily snapped in a careless moment... Snippets of conversations floated up to me...how I loved feasting on the lives of the mortal world, always greedy for details.. Tonight, however, I was in no mood to linger. I turned my attention to my room..another feast for the senses. Every piece of furniture, every bit of linen and drapery, every accoutrement had been painstakingly selected by me - my lair was a paean to wanton self-indulgence. I deny myself nothing. The bed was made up in rich hues of wine and jade, the velvet and silk fabrics kissing the bare skin that rolled there night after night like a lover. Deliberate beauty contrived to hide deliberate sin. And my tally of those grew exponentially each night.

Dressing with care, my mind turned from the past to the present as I contemplated my latest dalliance. Young, beautiful, wealthy..and while she did nor have the heart of the true evildoer, there was an amorality there that made her all too vulnerable to me. She was spoiled and her selfishness knew no bounds. Her arrogance intrigued me..and I desired both her..and her moral annihilation.My plans for her extended far beyond mere toying.

I had first set eyes upon her a week ago at the ballet. Venues for the arts were the best places to find potential victims. After all, the well heeled - always bored and searching for some new titillation - went there to see and be seen. Many a tryst was either made or kept at such places and there was plenty of opportunity for whatever illicit little pleasures one had in mind. She was stunning - her beauty still unmarred by what poisoned from within. There was plenty of time before intrigue crept into fine lines around her ripe mouth, before disappointment hooded her blue eyes or deceit ravaged her flawless complexion. She made no attempt at artifice -there was no desire to hide her nature. Her every gesture bespoke disdain and ennui. I almost pitied the poor young man who had the misfortune to be her companion that evening. His adoration for her was as painfully apparent as her loathing for him. I could not repress a small smile, and catching her eye from across the theatre, I nodded a brief acknowledgment to her and then allowed my eyes to brazenly rake across her lush figure, before coming back to linger on her face. She seemed slightly discomfited by my frank appreciation of her charms and I made a point of turning my attention to the dance. We spent the first act in the subtle art of flirtation as our eyes sought each other out.

Intermission found me prowling the inner corridors of the theatre, moving determinedly past the over-dressed and over-fed... ]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Trouble Child http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18377952/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18377952/ Sun, 18 May 2008 06:38:03 PDT Your catalogue dream come true
Hunts you like a cannibal
Grown bloated and rabid
On fast food servers
And fat bureaucrats
Snippets of gossip columns
Ripped from tabloids
And greasy lies
Spilled from arrogant sales clerks
Who track your name
In the slip stream.
Platinum cards
And silver spoons
Cracked laughter
Blood diamonds
And plasma screens
Your world shaken not stirred
Into something disguised to matter.
While under porcelain lights
A nurse armed with a clipboard
Packed with bad dreams
And a game of 20 questions
Designed to stun
Bears down on you
With her Hallmark smile
And a syringe of lies.
Pumps you full of Lidocaine
And Hollywood endings
From her cutting room floor.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Basic English http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18300544/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18300544/ Tue, 13 May 2008 06:03:04 PDT Over your fragrant skin
The verses leaving you languid and warm.
I tuck words into all of your soft spots -
A noun nestled under the delicate arch of your foot
A verb balanced gently over the swell of your hip
Two perfect adjectives strategically arced over your breasts
And adverbs in a long trail down your thigh
My tongue is the instrument that connects them
And strings them together
Word for word; letter for letter
A run on sentence of my wanton desire
Syllables trailing off the pale parchment of your body.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Take me, she said... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18245730/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18245730/ Fri, 09 May 2008 17:18:40 PDT The whiplash of her tongue
Sealing the deal without a sound.
Stars clatter to a halt in her heart
Where no truce is offered
No white flag to beg
The tattered lie of refusal.
While the long, hot night
Shoots up my spine like an addict
And jolts my wires hard and erect.

Her body sears the limits of my imagination
And forces my mind into places
No man has tasted.
Her lithe back a slashed promise
Her hips an invitation to plunder
And the sweet cleft between her thighs
The point blank target of my tongue.
Poetry is savage motion
The collateral damage of our bodies
Twisted into knots of sheets
And pleasure shot into taut nerves
And muscles that spark electric
Under the jagged moon.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Dreams that dare to come.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18202011/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18202011/ Tue, 06 May 2008 18:48:11 PDT
You lay curled in the crook of my arm, your fragrant skin heating my own. Our bodies are a perfect fit, your back pressed against the hardness of my chest, the soft swell of your hips arched against my thighs. One of my legs wraps possessively around yours..met by the soft curl of your foot...as if to say, "This, too, is mine."

Can I weigh your thoughts as they slip in between mine? Can I measure the steady tempo of your heart which beats softly under the cool touch of my hand, pressed over one soft breast? My breath catches with your breath as you turn, hands and lips seeking one last reassurance from me. Your mouth finds its answer in my own and I can feel the far from gentle promise of tomorrow night slip from your lips.

And that mutual promise is what holds me as morning at last lays its chill and weighted claim...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS A question... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18123359/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18123359/ Thu, 01 May 2008 19:17:42 PDT
]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Ticking.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18041999/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/18041999/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 16:56:52 PDT Testimony to knife flash
Point blank gun shot
Ticking like a time bomb
Puts a hole in mother's head
And lets her breathe

The reminders of childhood
Smeared across walls in bright red paint
And toys crushed under foot like insects
All wrapped in the unspeakable nightmare
Committed in your name.
How do you undo a world of strangers
Not brought to their senses
Who spin with the madness
Born of silent men?

They pull you out of the wreckage
Steel splinters
Slivers of brain
Jagged bruises
Still breathing.
The black tips of angel wings
Fragments of tin whistles
Dolls' heads
All collected with smiles in a bag at the door.

Heart still beating
Legs twitching
Like a milky chrysalis
Pinned to a card
As you try and undo 30 years of lies
Taped to your coat with a kiss each morning,
And daddy's blessing.

And in a white room of glass I watch
The lobotomy of your past,
Dissected with the surgeon's bright scalpel,
Glisten its new wings.
Redemption comes in a plastic bag
That you inhale
Into a sharp, clear oblivion

Ticking....

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Coda II http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17938610/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17938610/ Sun, 20 Apr 2008 05:51:01 PDT And search for your identity
In new faces among a crowd of deliberate strangers.

Blind with colors you cannot see,
Your eyes finally focus on the demon who eats your name.
Mute with words that fumble like bandits,
Your tongue catches the backlash of your lies.

And in a tiny corner
Night stretches in a shroud over your face
And settles its dead weight
In the stars of impotent hope

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS The Unexpected... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17859355/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17859355/ Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:36:31 PDT
A little taste of serendipity is offered up on a silver plate. Why in the name of all that is not holy am I even debating the issue? When have consequences ever stood in my way and kept me from plunging head first into doing what I want to do or taking what I want to take? I certainly have not made a life's work out of self-denial or abstinence.

Temptation is such a cruel mistress. She presents exactly what I want just when I want it the most. Perhaps it is because this desire I feel is transitory at best...an unsatisfied craving, the proverbial itch..and my curiosity and interest had been piqued quite sometime before. It is no more than pure animal lust on my part.

Too much analyzing is a dangerous sport. I play it like a chess master.I am at serious risk of second guessing myself into a coma here. What if....And "What if" is a game for scholars..."What if angels sat in the heads of pins?" Then again, perhaps it is my penchant for self-delusion, rearing its ugly little head again. Either that or my monstrous ego. I would like to think that after all these years I have refined my baser instincts.

On the other hand..when Kismet offers you a present...it would be churlish to refuse. *Grins*

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Vespers http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17806846/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17806846/ Sat, 12 Apr 2008 04:44:11 PDT
Early evening Vespers...the street church of Everyman...sanctuary for humanity's discards. The homeless, the unwanted, the unneeded - all flung on this dung heap by a God long grown bored with the game.

From my place on top of the cathedral, I sit contemplating the little congregation at my feet. Saint Lestat and his "Traveling Medicine Show"...snake oil, gris-gris, love potions, bottled resurrection... Absolution and salvation sold in little bottles and vials. I can tell your future or sing your soul to sleep.

My eyes wander hungrily through the growing crowd. Know what it is like to be saved... to be loved by me. Your names hang on my lips like a kiss not yet tasted.

My supplicants pass below me - the rank and file of the forgotten, genuflecting with a shiver as they huddle against the early spring chill.

A Goth doll - her hair in blond and pink tufts - lights up her last cigarette butt and pulls the worn fabric of her jacket against her too thin frame. Where do your dreams go in the morning, little angel? And what star do you wish upon before oblivion claims you at night?

A man - lost between 30 and death - guzzles unholy wine from a filthy paper sack. It runs in tiny red rivulets down his chin and neck, disappearing into the dank fabric of his shirt. Arms twitching, he mumbles his catechism.. drowned in his own desolation...

Your guardian angels have all fled, my children. There is none here but me - Saint Lestat - the penitent, the hypocrite, the miscreant. I have heard you calling to me - soft whispers from this choir.

I drop to my feet-silent as those stars above me. The wolf moves down upon the sheep. I have come for your confessions...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Reconciliation http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17742504/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17742504/ Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:36:07 PDT And settles back to wait in a quiet corner
Where stars turn their attention
To children collecting wishes like fireflies in jars.
Hopes drop one by one,
Making themselves known only to hearts
That dare to wear a disguise
And place wagers on unsafe dreams.

You weigh my consequences in the balance
Where your thigh curls to meet your hip
And make it my undoing.
A dangerous trick, no doubt taught to you
By a traveler who watched you twirl
Your gypsy smile around his heart
In a swirl of bright autumn silk
That kissed the surface of lives you never knew.

My restless fingers take your measure
And pluck your resolutions stitch by stitch.
Watching them fall to the floor
As your skin whispers it impatience against mine
And the rise of your breasts
Cupped against my chest
Is the violent admission of surrender.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS New Orleans... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17703118/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17703118/ Sat, 05 Apr 2008 17:33:41 PDT
Do not get me wrong..I admit I was growing somewhat restless in New York. Even the patina of the the Big Apple can lose its shine after a point. And the arrival of - and uninterrupted time with - a certain someone has purged me of my ennui and blessed me with a veritable banquet of new delights. I have no right to demand more..And yet one of those perverse little demons I harbor has refused to remain quiet any longer and has burrowed under my skin and into my heart. Two words...New Orleans.

The city is just waking up to a languid summer dream. It is in the bloom of jasmine, magnolia, and oleander that wraps around the spring evenings. It is in the people who have shed jackets..caps..sweaters..scarves - all the trappings of an indifferent winter - and tricked themselves out in fabrics that cling like a svelte glove against warm flesh. Supple skin - hued every shade from ivory to warm honey to ebony - flashes, peeking out from silk skirts and blouses, as if awakening for the first time.

And while the nights are ever waning, each one claimed a bit more by the greedy sun, there is an almost insatiable desire to savor these nights that runs deep into my bones and will not grant me release.

I can taste the rich olio of the streets - the hucksters and performers on Bourbon Street who peddle magic to the gullible; the hot little jazz clubs where the blue notes of saxophones paint the air the color of want; the garishly dressed tourists hungry for a heady slice of the city's dark enchantment; the rich smell of spiced gumbo and cafe au lait that moves like music from countless cafes and courtyards; the seduction of late night fog rolling off the river , shrouding Rue Royale; and the hot primal heartbeat of voodoo pulsing under the pavement.

I could so easily be a greedy and selfish bastard...let everything go to hell and just languish awhile in the city that hangs the moon...tempting..very tempting

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Summer Moon http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17653137/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17653137/ Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:57:29 PDT That I long to crack the moon against your heart
And watch it trickle
Through your smile,
Wrapping its thin ghost fingers
In the riot of your hair
That spills across my pillow
Like the lazy demolition of a summer evening...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS And so it begins... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17503719/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17503719/ Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:39:03 PDT
I have followed you at a safe distance, careful to muffle my footfall, lest I startle you. I enjoy watching you as you glide through the mortal night world unawares and unguarded. It is these careless and unguarded moments...you in your element..that I crave. Every now and then I give you some tiny inkling of my existence - sleight of hand that makes you wonder if I am hovering just on the edge of your imagination. A taste of me to fill your mouth, your heart, your soul and stir a subtle yearning deep within you.

I am that glimpse in the corner of your eye that stops you in your tracks, catches your breath, and makes you turn slowly and hesitantly to search the crowd for my face..the delicious tingle down your spine that shakes you imperceptibly.. I am that little whisper in your ear, the unsung melody that cradles your heart, the delicate shudder that steals over you as slumber beckons..I am that dream of slow and sweet sin that tangles your dreams and wakes you..breathless and shaking.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Night Moves http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17437880/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17437880/ Fri, 21 Mar 2008 06:39:45 PDT
I will hunt you down like the animal you are.

I make my way slowly down the crowded street, feeling the thud of each mortal heartbeat as I pass. It matches and molds into each footstep of the crowd - a soft cacophony of life. I scan the faces of the crowd - some caught fully in the sweet rapture of the night; some dull - the victims of too many disappointments; others guarded, wishing to avoid any intimacy at all costs. Where does hope go when one's soul has been stripped and laid bare? Nothing in me connects this evening. There is no need or desire to embrace that fragile heart. I see fragments of myself glitter in a thousand eyes - the hard edge of my smile, the cold glint of my stare.

Tonight I am a deliberate stranger - the predator who will deliver you from your own evil.

I catch his scent - raw and filthy. No more than human garbage. A being not even in possession of his own faculties. Easy to pick off. Easy to dispose of. No one to mourn; no one to care. I sidestep the crowd easily, my soundless feet leading me down an alley where the inhabitants crawl through the world's muck in all fours. And there he lies, all his worldly possessions displayed in the tatters rags on his back.

What has reduced you to this?

His face dull, eyes vacant and listless... There was beauty there once - some faint remnant clings, etched deeply in his pores. The rags shift; he reaches his hands out as if in supplication. My smile slices the night as I bend down to him, my face almost pressing against his.

I can bend you to my will, making this seeming act of violation intimate and gentle. I can fill your mind and senses with fatal beauty and the lethargy of sin.

His mouth trembles, as words unspoken for too long trip over themselves to be heard. Smiling, I press a finger against his cracked lips.

Can you find beauty in this?

I slam him back against the pavement, the sickening sound of bone cracking as my teeth tear into his throat. And as his heat pumps into my senses, every fiber of my being jolting, I know that he has only whetted my appetite for more. Tonight is one of dark reckoning, and I will not be denied...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Silence http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17375020/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17375020/ Mon, 17 Mar 2008 07:36:23 PDT
Do you fear me? That perhaps I will get too close? That I will see through that facade and the mundane trappings of this workaday world and into the core that is you? Or are you afraid that once there I will not like what I have found, that you will disappoint me? Your fears are unfounded. You are what drives me on, what lures and tethers me to this place.

Let me instead press my finger against those lips, silence them with my own, and elicit a response that is sweet and laden with promise. Let me explore and discover what dreams fill your heart - just let me lie back with you here and taste them from your lips...let your eyes tell me what my soul yearns to discover.

Let my heart gently slip around yours and lay it bare, let me stroke it gently with my hands, coaxing out its secrets like soft moans falling from your lips. Let your thoughts caress me like a sigh of soon to be tasted pleasures. Let me feel that slow and sweet surrender as you tremble against me, my mind exploring the mystery that is you - you, in all your glorious contradictions and beautiful complexity - your soul running through me like the night.

I want to know everything that is you. I want there to be no secrets left between us. I want to take and drink in every second of you, to experience every intimacy, until replete and sated, we collapse upon each other and my soul folds around yours. Make me weak with you...bring me to my knees...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS All I have is words.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17318305/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17318305/ Thu, 13 Mar 2008 15:35:04 PDT Nothing but ashes left of a careless act
And reckless words that were better left unsaid

Does it help that I thought those words
Were what you needed to hear to make it easier for you?

I left you, back to the wall this time
With few alternatives and no way
To find the path home to a heart
That is slowly breaking from his own foolishness

I have no bitterness - I love you too deeply for that
Only the acrid after taste of a word I loathe - regret

I would undo it all, stitch by stitch, if I thought it would make amends.
I would take it apart and refashion it into the beautiful arch of your smile
I would repaint the world in the color of the soul that touched mine
And for one infinitesimal second in time, held it in the cradle of her heart.
I would fill it with the music of a private language that we once shared
Those words witnessed only by the wisp of moon that slipped between the sheets
Where the supple warmth of your body arched into mine.

I would trace a path across your shoulders
To the delicate sweep of your neck
And let my fingers linger there
Savoring the serenity that pulses in the hollow of your throat.

For just one last night to hold your world in mine...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Night Angel... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17303004/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17303004/ Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:54:24 PDT
I pause for a long moment, my eyes seeking out the racing shadows, my ears scanning the crumbling bricks of the building that loom around me. I want a soft surrender this evening...some young prince or princess of the streets to quench what runs not uttered in my heart. I am slowly aware of a refrain ..it is the mindless heartbeat of despair. An eternity plays out in that long second before I am rewarded with the music of a mortal heart only a few streets away. Young, female....alone. This evening's perfect offering.

I take my time running her to ground, picking my way through the litter of a thousand careless lives offered up to the night like an apology of indifference. Somewhere in this garish squalor, little dramas are played out by day - petty crimes of the heart that go unmarked and unnoticed by the rest of the world. And at night, these streets close in upon themselves and turn on each other, twisting the maze of hopelessness a little more tightly. Humanity dies in inches here....

I can feel her moving ahead of me, her footsteps a determined flight of survival. Where will you lead me tonight, my little angel of the gutter? What visions of the impossible will dance across your eyes as they meet my own? What dreams of weary innocence will flutter in your heart as they steal like a thief under my skin? And what taste of all that you have lost will I pluck from that perfect bow of your pink mouth?

My foot falls in time with your own as I follow you deeper into the black chill of this starless night. Your needs are simple - you want only another night's promise of mind numbing sameness that will give way to the assurance of another paste grey dawn and the pale ashes of someone else's dreams. We are not so different, you and I. My needs are simple as well. I want only the lethargy of your regret sliding across my tongue...

It is another step or two and I am upon you finally...a drop in time before I see you, the pale halo of your hair framing a face of measured secrets. You turn to me; the light which seeps out of a busted window of another anonymous building catches the surprise on your lips and holds it like a mask. Your small, pink tongue flicks over those lips and catches between small white teeth, curling back into an invitation meant only for me. I am so close to you now, I can feel the soft, feathered hair on your arms prickle like electricity against the marble of my skin. My hand slips up to caress your cheek, thumb stroking the still tender skin in awe. Your eyes are soulless - two wounds in a face that has known nothing but the sound of the world's lies reverberating without end. My lips play softly over that halo of pale hair, moving down to gently kiss those two wounds shut before finding that sweet pink bow of your mouth. I can taste the little girl who never was and the woman who will never be from your tongue as my arms gather you against me. Pressing you back against the filthy bricks, my hands peel away the thin layer of your threadbare blouse and jacket as my mouth slowly seeks out its final communion. There is no one else in the Savage Garden tonight save you and I... and the starless sky holds its breath. Your words are a warm prayer against my ear as my teeth gently break the delicate skin of your throat, my hands running the length of your back. Your prayer becomes my own, my mouth filling with your supplication...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS The Hunt http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17243760/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17243760/ Sat, 08 Mar 2008 17:00:14 PST
You are the chosen one this evening, beautiful boy...watched and followed for too many nights now. From my perch atop a sleepy building, I watch you press your back into the smooth iron of a street light....the fall of shadows narrowing the hard planes of your face, closing your features into a mask. I hear the fall of your heart like a weighted stone as it hits the concrete that crawls under your polished leather shoes. My mind closed in on yours a full week ago...picking you as a ripe dark angel from the mindless crowd...finding the sweet lure of your sins irresistible. The face of an angel, coupled with a heart rich in iniquities has become my lullaby..a study in the trick of evil. And how your blood sings that symphony to mine... You spin dark secrets like a siren...whisper them to me.

Your slender frame arches for a brief second before moving off into the waiting night. And as my feet drop to the world beneath me, the dance begins. I can count your steps as you become lost in your thoughts...your feet blindly following an empty will deep into the night jungle. Little moves here... the buildings are all vacant testimonies to the engulfing void of indifference... unless in a sharp and shrill protest to man's brutality. The cruel thrust of you tears and beats the air, your mind swimming with dreams no one dare touch. Only me..the one you have felt lurking on the fringes of your reason. I could play you out all evening..something in me wants to take you to that harsh edge of sanity and watch you dangle from it, all hope at a vanishing point. You can feel me closing the deliberate space between us, my pace quickening as you attempt to flee. Does escape taste lie a sweet reprieve from my salvation? You will never have the chance to know...

My arms wrap around your animal grace, drawing you into a last embrace of all that is familiar. I feel the thud of your heart as it protests at my touch...begging a wanton and heated excuse..a plea...a penance. Crushing you against me, my hands slip under the soft fabric of your perfectly fitted shirt, the material giving way in a soft riot. Your body seems to recognize a lost battle...and as you turn to face me, my tongue slashes the tender skin of your throat, tasting the fear in each pore...the incense of sin. I sink into you..teeth pressing through flesh...tendon...muscle...my mouth filling slowly with your life, an acrid and stinging flood that pumps a hot rush into my veins and swells my senses.

I am your beginning..your end...your nadir...your zenith. I am the last reflection in your eyes...and the last touch of the world in a cold goodnight...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Tonight's Laugh.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17077874/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17077874/ Tue, 26 Feb 2008 17:37:11 PST
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What pushes the need to believe into the realm of fanaticism or sheer stupidity for some?

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS First Confession... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17030407/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/17030407/ Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:34:24 PST
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled...a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips...as she leaned into me, her voice becoming that intimate whisper of dark smoke saved only for lovers or those who know exactly where the edge dances in my veins...

"What is it like - the hunt - the taste?"

A question I am asked countless times, and yet this sounded new, as if the letters had been rearranged into a new language - slightly exotic and forbidden. There was a meaning there..a deliberate point....but I was left guessing as to its import. Her eyes were dark riddles...and her mouth shadowed each nuance of my thoughts... She sat, her fingers brushing the length of mine in that warm exchange of flesh touching mine for the first time..a visceral hum beating under my cool skin. I ran one finger down the back of her hand, my thumb closing over the fragile pulse straining against her wrist. I have toyed with people before on this subject...giving them the gory and garish details they seem so hungry to assimilate as if they wished to claim the experience as their own...vicarious living at its finest...and I can always be counted on to deliver a masterpiece. It is not all that difficult to feed into fantasies, really...and yet this time I had a hunch the rules had vanished into her wishes.... So be it...turn about is fair play.

I grasped her wrist suddenly, pulling her body against mine in a warm slash of night....I could feel her breath catch and the soft release of her will as her cheek found my shoulder...my lips caressing the words against her ear.

"My needs are simple, chere...one basic elixir..born of your kind...found in every pair of feet that tread the countless miles of this earth...world without end, Amen. It does not really matter if I need it or not...it is not like the comfort of mortal hunger even at its sharpest. And while simple, my palette is a complex monster that would rival any connoisseur in your world. Feed me the swollen heart of what your kind calls monster...those who tear carelessly into the innocent and devour them from within and give it no thought. Their blood is a succulent draught..base honey and acrid copper, flecked with no hope of salvation or saving grace. The killing game is simple and fierce...or I can prolong it, my mind a savage map of my victim's alienation...and dear God, do I ever love to play it out for hours at a time. Killing is an art I have honed on the wicked edge of my own want...and time. I count hell in nights, ma belle."

No movement on her part...my words have not tempted or disgusted...there is no judgment either way, only an acceptance of a half made revelation. Or am I being led into a more provocative confession? My voice becomes more urgent..and her breath is a silent plea teasing the night into something holy...

"Yes...you know what I am about to say...and you want to hear it. The unspeakable...from the lips of the beautiful monster who holds you like a prayer at his side. The blood of innocents..dear God...how do I even begin to describe it? A primal root that starts its thread in the sunset of your eyes...that spreads in delicate tendrils around a heart that wonders and stands in awe of the uncaring world...that nurtures dreams which most of the world ignores or deems as foolish..that grows into an unbearable lightness of being that sees only possibilities where others see only shame and regret... It is a taste that is ethereal...ripe dreams, just plucked from hope and a view not tainted by greed or artifice. Seductive and rich...irresistible to the damned...in spades, sweet girl."

There...delivered to her...her fate for being there at exactly the right time...for listening and lingering. For being the one who dared to understand and expect the truth. But not tonight...and we both knew it. It would be a slow unraveling of wills...for us both. Time was going to play its hand for once, turning one card at a time...

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Unwanted... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16982456/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16982456/ Wed, 20 Feb 2008 18:18:08 PST
My memory is a bitter burn this evening...one that does not wish to be bothered with the whispers of reconciliation....

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Stolen... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16946578/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16946578/ Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:29:22 PST
Rules are meant to be broken

No sycophants allowed.

I will always re-spin and change the rules...usually at the last minute and without any warning.

Do not overlook the little things...the devil is in the details.

Boredom is not allowed. It is the last circle of hell...

Lead, follow or get the hell out of my way.

I always have the last word, even when I am wrong.

I may on occasion forgive...but I do not forget.

I am more than willing to listen to and entertain your opinions...just please do not try shoving your beliefs on me.

Do not involve me in your personal drama...I can whip up enough of my own. Besides...I am a leading man...with a solo act.

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Victim http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16901951/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16901951/ Fri, 15 Feb 2008 16:32:04 PST
So savor what passes this evening for an embrace...my fingers running under the worn collar of your shirt as my touch turns rough edges into silk and you stain my want with a violent crimson hush....

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS Dream http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16863647/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16863647/ Wed, 13 Feb 2008 12:44:41 PST
Desire is a tangled web...she beckons with a curl of her little finger and a soft trace of perfume trailed across my pillow as sunset steals my resolve in slow inches, beckoning me to follow....

]]> ~lelioimmortalIS The Enemy Within.... http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16852379/ http://lelioimmortalIS.deviantart.com/journal/16852379/ Tue, 12 Feb 2008 17:10:23 PST
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