ephemeral as morning fog
she drifts all hither and thither
unaware of the ghost
residing in plain sight
with her burning
all haunts go to ground
shackled in place and
never to fade away
Tag: betwixt and between
mornings
unimagine
i unimagine shared madness
wrapped of kohl eyes twinned
and mirroring the within
unimagine a phantom recollect
of promises bound in lace
another madness, another dream
another unworthy
we ghost nighttime streets
cobbled in maritime fog
forgetting unimagined
shared madness together for
a dreaming winterlongmemento
laying snow to the ready
her hair tumbles down
night against the pale
i give to the weary
a wanting to the wait
pictures with shadow hands
wind speechless stole
blood lips silent kiss
to hum at barbed wire
can you remember?burning low
i so ghost the slip/fade
the lips, they move
the words, they say
lost to the flux/shift
miming animal faces
in heavy rains
it is only echo, right?
i ask night burning lowwhispers
duty bound
to do away with sense:
can you firewalk
with me under a
tumblemoon, with
stars slicing eyes?
let our feet fail ground
before our wedding day
you & i laying down
rainy grey under
at the quayside...
—and i think you know
how this story ends;
with whispers wraith
kissing ears
as all suns bury downthose wisps
these bones, some mine
under stone, turquoise skies
painted pale on my heart
some lingering...
we wraith ride
howl, our wind flag snaps
i believe in faith of love
just not this here, this time
memories, those wisps
slipping between the veilstar to stone
lessons learned,
i fold up my life
tears and creases plenty
across a worn map
places to see through
the hills and vale
stuff it into my satchel
without ceremony
as i crush compass
underboot and follow
a star to stonemy eye
not chasing butterflies i
not watching foxfire tonight
wisps, they drift the willow
and there i turn my eye
she wraps her pale in shadow
she wraps my heart in wire
tug with bone scarred ivory
wrapping shades through my eye
bit lip to raw and scarlet
bit neck to pierce the sighs
inking skin with stars and night
sending ink to black my eyehungers the wind
i have drawn lines
along the trees
dreaming worlds within,
time to set aside fevers--
we swing heartache
for her hills hollow
but now there is
naught left but
for the dying
willow willow
hungers the winter windsbone dreaming
bone dreaming
we rattle under ash
crisp as leaves
kissed of rime
bone dreaming
we slip that streaming
to rest at sieidi
longing of the everlast
