• sweet rose

    my sweet rose, i have trapped you in a bell jar, my secret precious; i am sorry; i have only ever wanted one true thing, and my selfishness has cost you, your petals; forgive me; i must stretch out the golden thread between us, i must let you go; don’t feel abandoned, our skin have…

  • sweet darkness

    should sea foam roll like puppies by my feet, and the wind whistle where red once was; gosh, these goosebumps say they are happy to be alive, and oh, sweet darkness, i could drink your depths forever, the kiss of madness compels me to dip down further; this bride of death asks: please, peel my…

  • pomegranate

    death is more forgiving than the loss of one’s heart; the void that thrums softly and silence that longs for just the right sweetness, the right song, the right breath for the lilies in the valley to ring once more; mother, spring has left me, the stars go out one by one, i cannot hear—…

  • wings of raphael

    your shoulders round over the heart, why do they slope sad? my eyes roam your curls and knots, binded tissues, longing to set your wings free; what is the peak of the mountain for you? when you can have the whole breath of the sky? . . .

  • kintsugi

    my vessel is broken, the voice doesn’t arise, i fear the blood leaking over my chest, clothes soaking wet and screaming, i can’t place the pieces together, not even kintsugi could molt them

  • home

    your anger storms me, like skin on a drum, thundering, but since your eyes have softened, your words sound like ice clinking on a glass, shy-smiles, laughter—home

  • she says

    if the slow-drifting clouds could speak, the leaves sashaying, black wings beating updrift, and the soft, boney steps of a gazelle; so careful, skin rippling to every shift of the wind; listen: she says, i love you, i love you, i love you

  • pink hyacinths

    your voices swirl like the soothing tint of pink hyacinths, slow smiles and murmurings pile like satin on my skin, more; give me more, i find myself softly rocking on calm seas, . . .

  • groundless

    come away with me, the woodlands call, the shadows grasp at my ankles, i am at the threshold; my hand will be held out just this one time; i am barely here for you, wrap your scaly body around my arm, come around my shoulder, hold me in your gaze, i will drop backwards groundless;…

  • jeweled

    don’t close the door, i don’t think i can survive this crossroad without you, please, the one soft as the wings of a doe, stay; i cannot hold the mantle of the heart for long, lend me your arms, and swipe the pedestal under the feet of those you think jeweled;