spike pierced this
pulsing gristle
caged within my ribs
i cannot stopheart
this as i ought, nor
severazor gossamer tethers
untugging from afar
all is ache and fugue
while doves mourn their
rose-scattered dreams
in the sometime, i grew shattered
everaining
a wraith in neverseen
Tag: betwixt and between
neverseen
bury
i would bury myself,
your warmth rising around
if i could but find you
adrift within the dreamweary on a river slumber
i weary on a river slumber
i give her lap my head
wrap my eyes in white
to mark the unseeing
to staunch the weeping
rags scarlet gone the night
taut rusts the snare
wrapped ever tight
around this throat
twine storm eens brew
upon where those cast them
a raging gone the night
come gloaming at the rushes
a shattered waving winding
in the morning’s early light
i weary on a river slumber
wrap my eyes up in white
rags scarlet forever the nightritual carving

Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash i carve away ritual
peel away the chapped &
speak with raw lips
to swear to sacred love
again
she stands stones
above the water
everyday waiting in
each finger bend
in every finger fold
a flower waiting for bloom
hush
waiting on flows form
while dawn fills—
mouth to mouth,
breath to breath,
eyes give to eyes
knownwaiting-sit
i waiting-sit the grove
clearing deadfall in tree
snow wash of weary
i waiting-sit the tree
stolen wind whispers
hush now, hush
stone carved stone
at edging double bottom
falling
i waiting-sit the tree
grove me mud of bone
kissed blood a’washing
i waiting-sit alone

