That Loyal Hound

That Loyal Hound


If ever there was such a breed, surely it was she.  That singular bitch, that inescapable itch…
Why without her could you even breathe?  Oh, wreathed in flame she welcomed you, like you
were all shiny and new, even as your eye-teeth grew… That loyal hound, that singular bitch, that
ever-after tilt to your switch… seems you’ve finally met your match… so why fight the inevitable catch?

La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018

me eyes

A mountain before, a mountain behind, and all I’ve ever known is the climb

One hill, then the next, all of them new, and none of them what I had set out to do

A mountain before, a mountain behind, a care-worn weariness consuming my mind

One day, then another; and with each slip my own light I smother

A mountain before, a mountain behind, and through it all a soul refined

One breath, one beat, and then the rest, and so goes this mortal quest.


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018


The Extraction

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I pull the ache from the well you ran dry

Then leave you there, about to cry

Oh yes, oh yes, you cry out your shame

Didn’t you know, this is how we play Her game

And this… this agony… your claim to fame

A willow-branch from eternal acclaim

Yet here you are callin’ out my name

Like it’s all the same


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018

I Fall

I Fall

I came to the desert a postulant, a supplicant, to the sun

laid bare-belly to the scorched-desert sand, a ritual begun

Stripped and whipped, I begin to understand

Blood and time had made this land

But Something else lingers here…

A gentle knowing grace, an ever-familiar face

And it’s into Her pain-filled embrace

I fall…

Ever-determined to heed Her call


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Caught My Eye

man heaving rope

It’s so very hard to look away

when a man’s masculinity is on display, at play;

a thousand times a day

holding me in sway, until upon him I prey.

Or until another one has me undone,

unsprung, my sharp tongue unwrung.

And suddenly I’m once again chasing the frictions,

of my predilections.

And the inflictions of my indomitable conflictions

have got me dreaming, and scheming,

about a strong man that needs a good reaming;

until mad with desire he finds he’s finally creaming

that seething.

But don’t forget… it’s me that’s still teething.

So soon I’ll find another one, that fits like a glove

all the fantasies I’ve yet to dream of, conceive of.

Could this one be real love,

with his perfect eyes, and tender thighs?  A variety of sighs

he’d realize, if only he’d give in, to my particular brand of sin.

Or until another one’s caught my eye, as he passes on by,

and with a wink, and a slink, and suddenly I can’t think.

And so I follow, and tell him I’ll swallow

all his pretty lies,

with my inglorious cries.

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Lion Beneath the Wool


Briton Rivière - Una and the Lion

Briton Rivière – Una and the Lion


They told me I was a lamb.  As I fought for scraps amongst the pigs,
they told me I was a lamb.
They told me I was a sheep.  As I fought beneath their feet,
they told me I was a sheep.
They told me my place, nestled deep within the confines of their fear,
they told me my place.
Yet they forgot a lion needs no name, just as permission grants no power.
So I showed them… a lion can also soar.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018




I’ll take a double scoop, another loop
Of this thing called life
Suck it down, with all of its troubles
and strife
I’ll take everything
Shee’s got to give, to live
Throw it to the wind and pray
There’s divinity when we play
Take the dark-bus, the night-train
Leave the bar singing in the rain
I won’t behave, but I’ll be nice
With every bite and every slice
This isn’t a last call, but life’s a ball
And there’s an end that stalks us all
So I’ll jump the tables, break the lens
Get a lover and make some friends
Drive off the cliff, of what used to be
Cuz there’s no defining me
To suck the marrow, I’ll have to bite deep
Eyes closed, I’m not afraid to leap

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

That Midnight Ride

country road


That midnight ride, out into the country side, when you thought you were all alone, I was there. 

Like that whispered dream at morning’s seam, or that tenderness you could never quite place. 

That gentle gale, that mysterious perfumed inhale, why even that trepidation upon your lips… oh my darling, it was always the ghost of my hips.

How deep in your belly, a bowl full of jelly, whenever you looked upon my face, cuz you knew, deep in your bones, in all those yet unheard moans, I was the one to unravel you. 

My love, mi amore, my ravenous conquistador.


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018