Makita V: Orange Draught

White

fences groan In fuchsia fingered sighs Passion sprinting Along aging sands Whilst from diamond straightjackets Black snow descends To a fine, orange death

Makita IV: Ages & Quakes

Voodoo

cryptograms were the mirrors alleviating all that is bred of elementary nature having spaked in tones that could quake the bones fashioning humanity’s frame furnished by deathly tales

Makita III: Breast Of Fear

As the bark of fear ascends
callow pages crease
illustrating a youthful doxy
abreast a sheet of smoke
waltzing betwixt velveteen lips
as if tomorrow’s mistakes
mattered yesterday

Makita II: Black Moans

Hazel mirrors glisten

In pages of tribulation

Taciturn apparitions moan

Designing rueful brands of sin

Upon the shaken sands she weaves

As she is forsaken

To drink of harrowing memories

Makita I: Calligraphic Boulevards

Versed within aureate calligraphy
Each syllable we’d partake
Defined by moments
When our lips would graze
As we lie in the bedsteads
Fashioned by the finest mirth
Born of cultured artistry