circle of hands
since i could not have the circle of our tiny hands linked forever; i will have each of ours that have paired to a forevermore; feet dancing to eyes euphoric in the other’s gaze, each rhythm intensifying, spiraling in a hall of mirrors—in my dreams, roses fall from the sky,
tune
the well has dried up, the sea rests in my eyes; a longing for a secret rhythm, a tune lost that haunts me; the tiger’s eye holds a quiet demand; i refuse to let these knees kiss ground; your eyes will hold the very thing that you study entombed in me,
snip
the house of worship raises its’ walls around me, the ink in my hands evokes the blood in my veins to spill into white; all of me wants to grip into you, sink till everything that is me is undone in you; but i can see the flashes behind your shuttered windows, and i must…
lightning
the fire under your feet have burnt the valleys, shredded the clouds, bled the rivers dry, the bees melt their coats, honey crystals into rock, no milk drips down birthing mouths, no vines climb the grape gardens; every blooming bud has curled in itself; in this land that spoke the language of profusion, only a…
storyboard
the storyboard has pieces i like to move; sweet princess at the center, her shadow tells her a story with such glamour, she is asleep in wonder; her insides slow eaten by the knight; the king and queen have sold her to the bishop entrapped in an upside-down tower; no soldiers hold her banner; the…
teeth
don’t let those teeth sink down your neck too long; the well dries up, get off your knees; i know you would bleed into paleness for the drought that plagues her heart; trust me, it will not be enough; for all that you give, you will be left like a broken doll in springs’ lushness;…
asleep
should your feathered wings, tipped in night, fly as wings must do; i hope the bones in me grant me the wish to grow gnarly, wild, rooted; asleep forever, so you may rest your talons on my stiffened tresses,
hollowed
only hunger knows how to love like its death, flesh unscathed in the inferno; your canines asked what would you give for this—i would give the very thing that beats hollowed in the shape of you,
raven
the raven cries; i hear the hiss in the underbush; gooseflesh sing like sirens at your teeth and claws clicking; my blood burns to drip scented down this pale moon; give me your deepest dark, death has already kissed these lips strung upside the Tree—nothing you do, will make me tremble,
strike
i have only a single note that sings pure since the first earthquake; the valleys under your smiling eyes pull me to wish that this music dances to yours—when your first thunder strikes,
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