Mine was a quiet indulgence, I waded in the waters of her discoveries, entranced, the quickly disappearing hours on end, only then to find myself, again.
Last night I slept in the twisted sheets of wanting. Though I wish to be, as when the sun is at its peak, in deeper devotion to all beautiful things, without bringing them to my lips, or chain them in servitude about me. And should there still must desire be – be only now inContinue reading “X60”
On the first warm night, for I have known winter, I walked through the door, with fear, a thick coat, upon my back, in icy anticipation, the moon – a visage , a blue glowing through the thickets and trees, the scented, soft black air - it was there then that I laid down my arms.
Though they would with tears, I would, with an ecstatic soul, through the womb of an old country, call it an embarking, a ceremony of euphoric roses – red, silent, explosions; the spangled skies, the glistening shores, a blanket over now dis-quieted bones.
I would, with an ecstatic soul, call it an embarking; through the womb of an old country, a ceremony of euphoric roses, red, silent, explosions, a blanket over now disquieted bones, the spangled skies, the glistening shores.
She graces the window with shadow play, swashbuckling limbs, and leaves, and golden hues, free for all and democratic, When was it that first she kissed you
You telltale’d to me, in between blinking, electric scenes of shimmering diamonds, of vibrant singing, and dancing, an innocent at the ready for mischief, & I’m captive to the mysteries in your eyes.