Tag: betwixt and between

  • 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 flame

  • mantra

    ...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 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