Tag: the dreaming

  • mine november

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
    Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com
    her embrace mine november
    the only real remain
    slender pale her fingers,
    hair her ebon black
    her crimson at my throat
    here, only sleepwalking
    dawns the midnight sun
    only slowtalking brings light
    whispers,
    you cannot begin to know

  • wordless

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    those days where words
    lose all meaning in
    a dizzy haze of dreaming
    and fingers trace lines
    of morning dew across
    your pale skin under
    the rise of the sun

  • homage

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    badh touched my shoulder
    as i held the remains of
    old friends in a wooden box

    i turned to the battle crow
    as she leaned forward
    laying her night beak
    on my pale lips in kiss
    numbing my flesh to tingle
    well after i woke under
    the reapers moon

  • in waiting

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    silence of a forest in waiting
    steel skies scarred spark & flint
    here she comes raining & how
    we celebrate her summer rains
    drinking her in as she pours

  • above tomorrow

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
    a hilltop kiss
    above old creek wending,
    tangled of vale

    all grains gone gold
    in autumn hours with
    a sun hung low

    burning within, without
    you whisper a secret
    for me to keep

    my head on your breasts,
    slumber come tomorrow