The moon watches usFrom between white autumn clouds.So silent and serene is she,That I hold you close my lover,Lest you fall beneath her spell.- The Canticle of MenkeretJaano’s smile is deliciously charming and the merest hint of it gives me great joy. He is like a boy who has suddenly found himself tall enough to pluck a choice summer pomegranate. But perhaps that smile of his has become just a little too self assured a...

Josef awoke, and soon realized that it was early and that today he was on duty. Already bright sunlight was streaming in through his window. He loved this time of day; so fresh, so full of opportunity and promise. As he lay there he caught the faint smell of lavender coming from somewhere. “Was it aftershave?” he wondered. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a gift from a sweetheart of from his fam...

 Each day, by the dawn’s light I greet you,I smile as you approach from afar; The rabble thinks you only a woman But I know you for the nymph that you are.Your words are as pearls from the ocean, Your breath, soft as a breeze on the sea, The world is aglow with your beauty, You are the life and the soul within me.What is gold, what are gems before you? But commonplace and lusterless things! As are bellicose deeds and empi...

Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accurse...

 Dear heart that beats next to my own,Whose pulse I feel when all alone;Where in the silence of the nightDo your eyes glow with hidden light?Where among the moon’s gentle tearsDoes your own weeping fill the earsOf the uncaring winds aboveWho cry but know not pain or love?O where are you that I might knowWhere my poor entreaties go?I ask you as though I ask the sea:Why do you hide yourself from me?I tell you as though I te...

Of love the world never grows weary, Though long ages wax only to wane; The eagle will fly from her eyrie But always alight there again. Cold winters yield to the springtime, Blooms flourish where once there was snow, The setting sun and the clock chime Will see the exalted laid low! The moon caresses Earth’s waters, The dawn makes away with the dew, The bee queen’s myriad daughters Each day gather nectar anew. And of the...

This is a chapter from a novel I've been writing, on and off for the last few years. Whilst writing it I happened to discover my penchant for writing porn............. Please leave a comment to tell me what you think and I'll think about finishing the novel.As glistening spume is blown ashore, as bubbles glow in all five colours of the rainbow, as mussel shells are bright with mother of pearl, so was Crete lucent to my ey...

    Cling to my heart my lover Through all the hours of night And together let us battle Against the dawning light. Armed with fragrant garlands, Arrayed in naked steel, O how we’ll thrust and parry And with a kiss we’ll seal Our articles of empire In a glittering embrace When the union of our kingdoms Will bring us face to face, And from that time all shall see The glorious light of you and me.    

  Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses, A heart glowing with passion and fire, Golden hair that flows and caresses, Eyes alight with fervent desire; By the light of sweet candles and embers Your body calls me, it speaks and commands, It yearns for my own, it remembers The homage of lips and of hands. Now I give you words supple and tender That my tongue slowly and subtly will trace Upon your flesh until you surrender...

Fiendish winds and unrelenting rainsAssail my oaken doorWith icy hands and iron chains,They chill me to my coreAnd mar the solemn peace of midnight,Veiling the autumn moon.Without the gentle moonlightDespair descends, too soon.Lining my inner chamber,Old volumes of arcane loreFull of mystery and wonder;Such stuff as I adore.But one book of mine is like no other;It is a magical and weighty tome,Containing pages; without nu...

Waking, I wonder; What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! - The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I...

I see you in the aethereal light And in the deep solemnity of night, Goddess of a thousand names and faces, Ruling over many times and places. I often pass you on the streets by day But only seldom do you glance my way. You hide behind unblinking, glacial eyes, Out on those city streets when in disguise. Yet I know your smile and your tender kiss, I have watched your eyes contemplating bliss, I have felt your pleasures an...

I watch the clouds drift slowly by, To leave behind an empty sky; A vast canvas of boundless blue On which I paint a scene of you. The fiery you; the shining sun, The glowing moon, with these you’re one, The tender you; soft as a sigh, With burning passion in your eye, The smiling you, with rosy lips, With gentle hands and fingertips, The speaking you; all intellect; I paint all that I recollect. My work is good but in my...

Darkness and silence,Anguish and lonelinessReign in my cloistered heart.I am the sea’s foundling,The orphan of the windsAnd Nature’s long-lost child.-The Canticle of Menkeret.The Lady Itelyssia, wife of our master Lord Heshuzius, may not be the most intelligent, beautiful or dynamic of women; neither is she particularly pragmatic or imaginative, but she does exhibit a degree of kindness rare amongst the Darrakhai. Compass...

  Each night, in silent splendor, I see you shut your door And for a span of hours The world sees you no more; No more will you enrapture Each crowded city street, No eye will watch you passing, No heart will miss a beat. Only your door will witness, Only your lamp will see And together praise your beauty, Each night unfailingly. While I, in silent longing, Will gaze upon your door And fear that dread day dawning When I’l...