No softeners required, lemon or lime my ecstasy my medication as I pace along lines of the mind's track field-- the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow nor predicts slow opening of your eyes, your groans bittersweet as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time-- still making me grin your eyes … Continue reading As deep as breath goes
Every night when I lie down beneath the stars I die, my only companion being a blanket of sky and words ringing loudly in my ears, and every morning as I wake my mind conjures new images for the soul to dip in— and even though the eyes may only discern one step at a … Continue reading To Begin With, the Fading Night and Blossoming Day
You leave me unfinished staring deeply into the abyss of time, I, a rough sketch of desire, attempting to put words together your scent lingers as rain conjuring a gentle yet dark pattern upon my skin, remember when we were strangers-- in tandem stationed in the bucolic hills the shape of those days meant nothing … Continue reading Remember when we were strangers?
Breathless, I watch as frost grows over the windows, the cold air allows me to discern the thoughts forming slowly in my mind, and fire which despite freezing temperature continues to fill my chest. Can I embrace you, to wake me from oblivion? Brush upon your lips lightly, offer a kiss, and rage against the … Continue reading Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us
To say that this was how it was meant to be would be ideal, a glimpse of roses riotously blooming in hopes of appearing indigenous-- I write down words that beg to be kissed, to be read in whispers knowing the world is cruel and acquisitive. Close the door, lest storm washes away emotions like … Continue reading Amidst the last illusions of mist beneath a November sky
As changing leaves in November, as secrets I carry with me into sleep, fascinated by shimmering kisses that hurt, I pen down thoughts of the moment. There are days when I’m the wind urging earth to wrap its arms around me and closer keep. Photo credits: Loui Jover, Pinterest Posted for "Quadrille #91" @ … Continue reading November, where landscape is the state of soul