The pact flesh makes to disappear
frees wyrd from rib,
sweet curve of subtle cage
craves nothing
but its own destruction.
Cold end touch of wordless bone,
so barely intimate,
is nothing
but an echo of this kiss.
Sun’s dust embraces wind.
inspired by easystreet prompt #161
In cloudy dreams night-nevers torment most,
inspire a lightning rush of heart to skin.
This earthy pressure sighs too much for lost
night-crow, tearing sleep apart. Stars spin
me close to you, whole-blooded. Take my flight
then, from this dark, sweet only-ever. Speak
in rainy morning tones. Dare keenest light
and make a move on one who dares to seek.
Your cigarette weeps heat and hazes thought,
blush paints a faint horizon in my eye.
Lover, morn me well. See spark rise uncaught
yet only, always, just within your sky.
Smoke teases cloudy sleep but leaves no trace
on earthen dream, no scar in flesh. Just grace.
congratulations!
you have made it
to the final round
of men who
think no
must be paid for
any way
your commitment
to this cause
is noted though
it cost you
every yes
that truly matters.
Moon’s eye gazes, surface-still,
reflections’ sheen on slow-cold;
water guards your deep so well.
Silence bears deer tension,
wild cat scent is just another
hunt without a start-line.
A stone falls in the lake and
caution circles, intuition’s
pale light glances filmy glaze.
No one dares to stay, see you
stare-down fear, illusion’s pose,
see you move all ways at once.
This so needs an edit!! Ario? … *grin
the ache to move forward, poignant as the urge to look back, wonders if things could have been … different. lines cross and she steps not-so-lightly over them. dressed in rare bizarrity torn on barbed wire she is floating, limbless now, among the bright organza. be-ribboned flesh bleeding breath and humming stars.
sometimes
she sees only red
in mind
on claws
again
fever burned strange dream
on lead-weight cloth, impression
torn in half - it should be art
but for the dark – and you:
mistress of so many dying names
tangled in beautific smile,
unaware the shaken monolith of
bones behind awaits your own.
in your absence
i read spam : unmaled
trash silent on
the subject
that enchants : you
so passion waits
for the return
red dust in my : eye
makes rain of pillow talk
no leaves
just confusing
patterns
etched on glass
through frost
or freedom
that fine line
blade-red
scored
on whitest skin
just your truth
lying on
blank ground
blinded
yes. leave
he looked a bit like you;
studying red wine,
concentration undeterred by
friday’s rush to feed
unruly hordes.
his gaze interrogated every
sigh of colour
in advance of later when
she might look a bit like me;
blushing haze, a shiver
in your lake.
I’d never seen lightning in the clouds quite like that. It spoke of me. Maybe even came from me. Don’t ask me how I knew. It just was. I felt it rise in veins already bursting on the beach of someone not yet met. You were already drowned in sand. An abyss of my contempt. Your ignorance of nature and my essence was appalling. Lightning held my time in trust until I claimed it back. You thought that it was ours. You were wrong.
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