Transfiguration

Petrified, my heart
Refuses your vain entreaties
Deny the charm of your
Silver-plated words
Which do insinuate
Like cold serpents.
Give me your kiss of sin
So I may spit the poison
Into the well of your being
Which I devour —
A rapacious beast.

Petrifaction

Into the hollow wind
The voice in my heart does not shout
The pain and yearning quenched in time’s quicksand
Buried with that fierce flame of joy
That flickers with each sway of the tide
Petrified by increasing degrees
I know only this slow death