...michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream....
Tag: betwixt and between
mantra
Twilight aching

Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash She covers me in twilight aching, as filtered by summer leaves. Shadowed within shadows gloaming slips down, descends, pours over me.
Blind to consequence, she moves through the weald seamless, with feet drifting on wraith. A kiss on my grey lips passing, breath crisp to the taste and pale fingers linger mists on cheek before she wisps away.
I am wicker-bound by convention though the distance moves well beyond time.
Flint for my eyes, sharp, though always blind I must be. They scrimshawed my bones to mask the words from me. Lips set to suture, to trap my voice to me.
Waiting on the fires, mists’ kiss watching, twilight aching over me.
recollection
do you recall wrists
bound in sailor's knot or
was that only wraith?
memories from mists or
merely smoke & mirrors?
tell me true, did years burn?
beautiful darkling,
do you recall the gloaming
of our changeling time?we hunger
hunger at the dog end day
teeth aching for a bite with
no right, straining to
contain the wolf inside
they might imagine
they know, they know
but they never feel
the gnawing of a beast
from inside, that one
which hungers tonightlotus eating

Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash fingernail leys bind bare thighs
red drawn in night teeth biting
through musk and dew writhing
we ache to be lotus eaters
drowning in the sweetest wine


