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
Tag: betwixt and between
waiting-sit
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 beginof 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, askthe 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 awayravaged

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 nightfar 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 seasslender 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 slightwaterdown
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 guessingnight, 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




