just a taste
a liver taste
just a taste of you
he takes a measure
and jackal laughs
he drinks a life of you
Tag: betwixt and between
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i dream in lapis and ebon
pale and on cheeks high
gliding on twixt and tween
she phantoms deserts on nightoblivion
in my time of dying
there will only be
those phantom fingers
pale spiders slipping over
& between my own
gentle ageless eyes
matching ghost smiles
leaving me haunted as
the needles slip away
into the fog of sweet
oblivionwhite kissed
here at broken sea and
skies storm slate
i had a dream
like that song and
somebody loved me
a phantasm gliding
over calm water
before the stones
came tumbling down
easy, these things
under white kissed
wavesonly grey heron
the rope mooring
frayed in the four
twisting against
the tugging flow
until it broke
some time ago
my skiff following
as the river goes
only grey heron
speaking in silence
to be heardcactus hand horses
we cactus hand horses
riding desert corridors
on separate painted stone
sixgunning peepshow
between fingers unfold
she rivers the between &
we gallop two feet ford
we cactus hand horses
riding sunset corridorshe fool calls
he fool calls crow
in pale wood, black stone
he red calls ghost
from the south to the north
he road calls spirit
to her medicine ride train
he wing calls kindred
to carry night skies againscrawl
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash here is me writing heartletters
with bare finger; my page, your skin
words flowing over rolling hills
and scrawling your valleys, too
all through gloaming to night
to taste shadows growing long
with each and every bite
every syllable song ringing
rhyme with euphoric fireflywinter hearts
‘the father saved the mountain yonder,
i don’t suppose he was the one of yours,’
she said smiling before she froze
and turned an oily shade of rainbow
opalescent in her age of old
below they craved the market haunt
but through skins twilight kissed i called
down unto a sounding stained wood
thrust out instead of shore
this pain king rides swimming horse
dragging out to the dust of rain
in shattered wrists and waves’ refrain
underground calling all winter hearts
to strike in the below again
night braille
i read the night braille
a chill breeze raises on skin
all fingertip & firefly slow
with a burning below
while your fingernail
stole away my breath
whisper in crushed velvet
while crickets fiddle
under full moons
