They make love to half of me
Month: May 2020
Wind Beast
Howl like a creature With air as wings Press against the door Release yourself to fear
To Be Worshipped or To Be Worshipper
The one who thrives, the one who mimics All unknown bridges of envy, of clarity An inexpressible fear that lives in the mind
Memories
I cannot go numb I must not fall victim to the static
Cherry Blossoms
I lust for cherry kisses to drink golden milk from the earth you taunt me and how I ache
Hesitation of Self
I doubt I know love. To recognize its existence. An unmade bed ponders you. Unfinished stanzas sit on the stairs. Next to me, who wishes to be anything else.
Dear Mother,
Time is an eclipse that holds us in its grasp Intermingling, it transpires Yet we delay We cherish our mothers and brothers and speak love to the trees to the sun to our ancestors All this love was birthed by you.
Rose Sheets
Mirrors blind the view A trick of distortion and nakedness Allowing the words to melt in my lips Watching you tremble
Unconditional
I withdrew with what was left of meCarrying fragmental sentences and embers of anguish A whispered love welcomed me once more