i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring
waiting to come
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waiting to come
venus in firs
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash gather us now
at fingerposts &
streetlamps in the fir
bone crunching the
frostcrust snow
under our woolen
scarlet, some
edges cut thin
"how do you do?"
"i am well, and you?"
"fine, i couldn't
be better."
"it's cold, we should
have a bit of tea."
— and so forth
and so on as the
sleigh bells silver
their ever closer in
a pale empress coming
could you not
see all is well as
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pict-too
Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash a slendering into irrelevance
pict-too pict-too painted blue
—and now the unwanting
to crawl down to bed in seek
to find a dream in shiftspace
between the you and the me
that clackbone cracking
after the summer, corewood
once living, now dead
kiss me before the afterglow fades
pict-too pict-too all painted blue
to slip to my slendering againTo like/comment:
pict-too
eyes play
Photo by Nikolay Hristov on Unsplash growing at distance
eyes play watchmen
observing in steel as
a hand strokes in time
with the machineTo like/comment:
eyes play
sudden summer
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calls to the napping
of grey dark the room
i still ache to dream
winter tales,
winter songTo like/comment:
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