here, her season blows in
hair dancing, standing razors ledge
wings stretched in embrace air
scatterleaf and fallen umber
we ache for her voidkiss
to carry us breath for wind
while thunder hooves drive
hearts to pound
Tag: betwixt and between
scatterleaf
night skin you, day skin you
a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
from the depths of our youthfirst kiss
[response]
stone raven black
her slow hand turns
on the moon
in lace and silhouette
waiting on dusk
to kiss me
a bridge closer home,
ever to her side[call]
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colors, the first kiss~ Siamese Twins
riders
come the riders of the storm
with their galleons and steel
with their spinning and yearning
to rip down gossamer veils, all
winds tearing through and calling
for to take up the night's ride
here comes the deadliest season
lock your doors against that crysitting
at slipping out of no-thought
while at doing no-thing
remembering the beforewhen
where sitting was just
for the sitting and
considering a return
to not doing anything
but sitting once againwounded
Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash chain link silvered with
scarlet & black tobacco ties
swaying on the wind
laced leather around that
wear-my-hair-long,
the painted hills still sing
ever the dancing the ghost
against a world hellbent
on feeding the hate machinea mirage
hands all at shivers
guns all tremble at those
gone to ghost, should
the tales told be true
is it relief?
is it bounty?
those dust-weathered
posters have lost
their razor's edge
bootblack and road
another foot, another mile
another dime in
a fistful of dirtcompanion piece
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com i have a raven
riding on my shoulder
fowl-mouthed, of course
one who cusses up a storm
and you cannot see them
but they ride there
all the same
a nibble on my cuticle
a gnaw upon my nail
a peck upon my fleshy cheek
we get along so wellleft
stuck at left of the dial
where no one roams,
driving lost highways
talking to ghosts
turn off headlights
to follow stars
wolf child howling at
a harvest scarlet moon
her voice riding
static in waves,
do you remember
all tomorrows?
