in that slipshadow
your hand on my hip is
my hand on your hip
cutting the twilight
of midnight under
a lazy summer moon
hanging low enough
to grasp if but
for only slender hours
before is slips behind
an ashen veil of dream
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in that slipshadow
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash inside the inside
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash i am inside her inside me
and you cannot cannot see
for the fog obscured of her
mists and dark moon we
both dance naked beneath
as i am her of inside me
this is not a broken
this is just how the we
under red the apple tree
to come with her as
she comes with mestill do not
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash long that road & more
i still do not know
where it will lead
i have my doubts that
the path heads north
i still do not know
our hands become expressions
reflections of our thoughts
feathering fans before eyes
fingers return to masks
long that road & more
i still do not know
what we will find in end
i still do not knowdesert undressing
Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash desert undressing
her dune shifting sand
under night chill waxing
painted in badland tone
she slips beneath shadows
of her whispered song
longing to hold you
to her heartall at grindylow
Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the wind
bash this smash this
burning head
towards the in
my fingers spark
flint like iron
my heart burns
at blood within
all at grindylow
and howling moon
with the windregret in rear
regret the mirror ugly
spider cracked look back
past pig gaping jaw
to claw that face off
fade skies out black
we break everything
until there is only emptyphantasmagoria
Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash straining again the fade away
but whatever reason for?
transparent to the oblivion already
a silent walking phantasmagoria
but raspy ghast my hollow voice
left to knockers 'twixt walls tapping
aimless wander aloneaches
planting tree day and
under fingernail clay
exhausted, sore and
i wish she was here
to massage the
heartache awayever troll
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash ever too troll
lumbering through
knuckle rawbone
dragging the room
seeking to stone
the sunlit rooms
ever nothing troll
to youwe are
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash we put on the happy mask
-- we are not happy
we put on the charm
-- we are no prince charming
we sell dreams in plastic
-- we are just hollow inside
hey sing me sad sad songs
and i'll remember my place
just send me a kiss when
you lay me down forehead
sweat in fever remember
recall...
