Tag: betwixt and between

  • 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 tonight

  • lotus 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

  • neverseen

    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

  • bury

    i would bury myself,
    your warmth rising around
    if i could but find you
    adrift within the dream

  • weary 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 night

  • ritual 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
    known

  • waiting-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

  • waiting to begin

    awake to ear ringing
    & litmus tests papering
    our present lavender

    faint, the voice calling
    so i resthead on the ley
    hoping for to clarion that
    lost in babble on & on

    a need to root in & stone
    branching out & to oak
    careless as a whisper
    on the wind

    i wait for them in
    forgotten corridors
    waiting to begin

  • of the vale

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    chestnut flicked in amber
    to tease and taunt of eye
    stonewater crest elder oak
    shadow slip past of my
    dream her wrapped arms
    on arms in arms against
    the coming gale

    hollow you, broken child
    stolen child, darkling
    of the vale

  • lean in, ask

    none of this exists until
    you lean in and ask

    given to fever in drift
    flowing over in waves
    my jaw aches for silence
    wired shut

    you dream in a
    wordspun heaven only
    a breath away

    lean in, ask