In the realm of you, my dappled sky is moonless, fringed with fire and deep-seated in platitude– the clouds that promise rain are pensively deep, equipping me with the clarity I need, and I wonder if your crystal clues of truth are identical– I am core shaken, captivated and at… Read more“Take, Oh, Take Those Lips Away”
Month: December 2019
A point outside the glittering current, when mind moves in more places than one
This flesh is mine, it has bled, and shed remnants of lies saccharine– under a sky surrounded by convalescing breath, the world I see before me is made of shadows with teeth, as my heart attempts to piece together what stones have buried– the tree bark howling out the tales… Read more“A point outside the glittering current, when mind moves in more places than one”
Fragments of an era lost in the mists of time
Night was elongation of berry-red urge and desire, carrying your words like wisps of clouds– I watch as they mouth your name and paint every emotion that has ever erupted within me in raisin black. I have been halved and cored, held on to every thought as you kiss my… Read more“Fragments of an era lost in the mists of time”
Rise, oh my soul, with your desire and longing to Eden
Oh! a kiss plucked out from the dark seed, impregnable and one that blooms only in tangent. True love whose fire by far burns brightest, is often much like finding a needle in a haystack. Your presence curls around me, thick as smoke encircling in deliciously dark indecision. Stay a… Read more“Rise, oh my soul, with your desire and longing to Eden”
Into the wild, a wide spectrum of opinion
I stand surrounded by mist of a bygone period, the dark ocean illuminating clouds of deepest charcoal– could the impossible ensue so as to strip me of thoughts, twisting and turning attempting to drown me with their whispers low and false– amidst the chaos there shines a brilliant ray of… Read more“Into the wild, a wide spectrum of opinion”
December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence
The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change, blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled– somewhere, someone’s heart beating for me, cares. And when I sense you must be there, my pulse quickens– I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance of… Read more“December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence”