Tag: betwixt and between

  • waterdown

    we wander broken edge
    only she knows full this waterdown
    and i am always guessing

    facewashing frenzy, poison years
    and to quench the fevers raging
    a mountain in skywater chill

    she sings the dusk at waterdown
    stepping past all edges
    and i am left again guessing

  • night, embers

    Photo by Trent Pickering on Unsplash
    given of shadows
    painted sliver moon
    a fingernail pressed to
    flesh renders cinnabar

    chipped-tooth, still
    i skate thin the edge
    pricked pine at all bends
    singing pain to wash pain
    — here we go again

    night, i slip to her embrace
    rooted inside
    a heart cries embers

  • beaivi

    kissing the horizon
    she slipsbone pale
    fingers slick of hope
    at return on the
    other side of night
    we wave and
    give to grave our
    many pasts on
    black wings
    of the crow

  • simple things:

    simple things:
    four different ways
    skies and stone
    above and below
    and those places
    left in between

    black sheen brow
    crossed of blood
    cut ashen
    i turn my
    flint head away

  • val sans retour

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?

  • under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & follow me dark river
    nadir kissed & ragged lips
    under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & twist shadow at murder
    cross silver ashen pale
    to carry her winter words

    come this solstice night
    we stand stone whores with
    blood marked cheeks
    under her lacuna moon

  • snow queen

    phantasm i the winter white
    flowing through empty
    fingers trace rail wood ruddy
    dust undisturbed to wake

    linger long hallways and
    snow queen her dwelling
    in the still failing faint,
    unseen her dark eyes

  • under

    stone blind the woodpost
    and standing antler pale
    we nightwing under

    falling into her lovi
    love, fallen in her
    let us dream a song-her
    let us fall within her home

    we heartdrum blackwing
    at edge lake drift snow
    we break our under

    lovi, we dream us,
    deep within her home

  • feast

    i feel a drift
    coming on &
    may take the fade
    on a spell;
    nothing ever remains
    for the feast
    at me

  • empty

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    empty of understanding...

    when i say i am stone,
    i am not stone, i am stone

    when i say i will river
    i do not river, i just river

    when i branch at tree
    i am not branch, but i am tree

    when i say of she i dream
    it is not she, but it is me

    these are times my vandal mouth
    should be sutured shut
    before someone sees
    these broken words i bleed

    soon, no one will call and read nothing back to me.