This silence It vibrates Bone deep. Like a pelvic thrust into the soul On the one hand there's a beating heart On the other, warmth and liquid. Sticky like a paste. Her silence is the last you'll ever hear. Like the picture of skin tearing And a nail dragging across the split flesh. Her silence is the...
What sound does your tongue make as you lap at the fountain of youth? Pursed and patient you wait for it to envelope you, In its coolness and glow. After patiently waiting, water ripples at the touch of stained hands. Echoing deep throughout the vessels, Undulations around pickled fingers that dare...
And he is missed less and less by the passing of each moment Like the butterfly harping across wind strings His arrogant presence is no more and it makes room for silence and acceptance Happiness, gleaming from every part Of fingers and toes and eyelids Of color and weightlessness when...
Defrosting from the winter's breath A gloss upon on piney meadow Foliage confused for growth A leaf alive, a petal dead Defrosting from the winter's bed Flying through spring winds Wings collecting pollen things Mate has fallen from the nest Winter frost has done her best Branches from the weeping willow Blossom a dozen yellow...
It's so strange. The transverse between happiness and misery. Having attained the height of one and not quite the other. And once the former has left me, the latter builds and builds. Like brick and mortar And ocean to shore And foot to pavement. That dream of falling is just a dream, I...
I saw someone else yesterday. Like a cicada who has waited over a decade to feel the earth against his claws. Batting his wings a single time when his shell comes free. That was me. I saw this angel staring back from storefront glass. I saw the silhouette of someone...