Death of an Angel

“What pitiful creatures we are.”

OK Cupid & Psyche

Lies bring you salvation.

New Pornography

 

It has an opening on both sides.

 

No Depression

 

Hybrid monument to unspeakable desire.

Funeral do Lavrador

Come and stuff your mouths full of my trembling flesh.

Just Try It!

How good it is to give gifts from the jar of sorrows.

Golden Ass

Climb in to my bed and tangle in love there, so we may come to trust each other.

Fleeting Shade

See! Here is the poet who has scorned our love!

Glycocalyx

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

 

Garden of Eros

Through their unreal woes and mimic pain, wept for myself, and so was purified.

Calcination

Welcome to my self-made sweat box. This is where I take it all off.

Son of the Dawn

I have many swift arrows in the quiver under my arm, arrows that speak to the initiated. But the masses need interpreters.