Tag: betwixt and between

  • the story ends

    this is how the story ends
    with whispers & turnaway eyes
    under midnight skies
    they shuffle from shade to fade
    forgetting color & tone
    given to ash on tongue
    lacking substance at touch
    howling as we slip away

  • ravaged

    Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash
    temptation drifts to river red
    flowing out and away of
    dry husk crinkle breeze me

    parched of sunbleached bone
    shift the sands slipstream
    hush, now baby-baby, hush

    flutter at whispers dry
    chapped and in peel, ravaged for
    kissing phantoms in the night

  • far gone seas

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    embracing aether tendril tugs
    while whispering my wishes
    back to me, offering
    drifts in calmer currents
    drifts off to far gone seas

    some days i dream of dying
    others, i know already that i have
    been dying for decades

    just a silver slip and falling
    her arms catch, on gentle wings
    to carry me, bringing
    drifts in calmer currents
    drifts off to far gone seas

  • slender slight

    evershade i firefly without
    dancing on foxfire nights
    slipping dream in slender slight

    all remains echo
    i have tried, how i have tried
    to wash blood from fingers
    in slender slight

  • waterdown

    we wander broken edge
    only she knows full this waterdown
    and i am always guessing

    facewashing frenzy, poison years
    and to quench the fevers raging
    a mountain in skywater chill

    she sings the dusk at waterdown
    stepping past all edges
    and i am left again guessing

  • night, embers

    Photo by Trent Pickering on Unsplash
    given of shadows
    painted sliver moon
    a fingernail pressed to
    flesh renders cinnabar

    chipped-tooth, still
    i skate thin the edge
    pricked pine at all bends
    singing pain to wash pain
    — here we go again

    night, i slip to her embrace
    rooted inside
    a heart cries embers

  • beaivi

    kissing the horizon
    she slipsbone pale
    fingers slick of hope
    at return on the
    other side of night
    we wave and
    give to grave our
    many pasts on
    black wings
    of the crow

  • simple things:

    simple things:
    four different ways
    skies and stone
    above and below
    and those places
    left in between

    black sheen brow
    crossed of blood
    cut ashen
    i turn my
    flint head away

  • val sans retour

    Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
    given to pressing petals of
    her fragrant valley sheltered
    drinking her butterfly wine
    grown over gone under
    lingers myrrh sweet inside
    slumber her summer slopes
    tracing dew along her lines...
    who would wish for return
    after lingering this vale?

  • under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & follow me dark river
    nadir kissed & ragged lips
    under her lacuna moon

    come this solstice night
    & twist shadow at murder
    cross silver ashen pale
    to carry her winter words

    come this solstice night
    we stand stone whores with
    blood marked cheeks
    under her lacuna moon