Tag: betwixt and between

  • flow

    she flows scarlet and scarred
    through leaden falling snows
    grace over fell, wending 'round trees
    with black hair and crow—
    a drifter gazing in thrall

  • shadows

    nothing to lose
    nothing to prove
    slipping along that
    thin grey line
    surrendering to
    the lady of shadows--
    let her bring
    what she will bring

  • scatterleaf

    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
  • night skin you, day skin you

    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 youth

  • first 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 cry

  • sitting

    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 again

  • on wander

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    here drifts the mind on wander
    a drifter becomes the i
    blowing over the asphalt
    dusting the road on white
    slipping to stream from drift
    stream her veins flow
    veins pursue heart of mind
    and mind the heart drift wanders

  • wounded

    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 machine

  • a 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 dirt