broketooth me at
fore of the storm
windshouting with
flint scrapeskinned
fingers instead of words
shrieking hoar at
devils in suits
eyetaken & ragblind
stained of empty to hollow
unsure if any can hear
these ribbonrent screams
Tag: betwixt and between
windshouting
ossuary
dry rot these bones mine
stolen blind from the pile
etched & inked in
india & cinnabar to bleeding
to carve away all dreaming
to flint shave all song
a withered heart on
an ashen altar
waiting for a glint
of flamemantra
...michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream
michael don't dream....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 wineneverseen
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 neverseenbury
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 night
