because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in between there’s hope for a love much kinder than this
Category: Poetry
Howl
Around a thousand years agobefore the first man’s rise,I chanced upon a trickster foxthat promised me the nighttime skies. It led me to an empty field,its tail curled ‘round my wrist,“A simple trade,” it said to me,“None but the foolish would resist.” “Look up,” whispered the fox to me,“I offer you no lies.”Above me sat…
Rush
The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.
Apate
My lover—her eyes do shimmer as gems,blazing twin flames to rival the sun.A gaze that could breach the heavenly hallsand sow coiling roots of temptation. My lover—her lips are a honeycomb shrineto sweet Siren song that could still violent seas.A laugh that could rattle the cages of helland plant blooming seeds of redemption. But it…
The Cracks
I see you, the warmth of your unsteady grip as you lead me through the maze of cracks in you, carved by pagan ghosts of a crumbling temple. I see you, the worn edges of puzzle pieces flung deep into the labyrinth, trampled by false heroes weary of your mismatched corners. I see you. Clinging…
Cult of Ammit
What love, if not mine, could burn as bright? Rubbed smooth against hesitant skin. Your bird of prey in wartime flight, rogue hearts conjoined as twins. The rituals of bacchanal praise, wild worship worn in wound, drunken nights and fasting days, self-flagellation etched in runes. Devotion chanted in my head with every offering made. From…
Rose Garden
You seek a love patterned in roses that tremble at a touch and open and close in tune as you bud and bloom in crowded rooms. My love would prune—young buds in sharp blood. Blind roaming eyes and pierce wandering palms that stop for a moment’s curiosity. You do wrong to seek freedom in a…
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