Tag: the dreaming

  • bury

    i would bury myself,
    your warmth rising around
    if i could but find you
    adrift within the dream

  • 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, ask

  • apartment landing

    heather grey stairstop sitting
    all elbows & knees & grinning

    sundanced & hair bright gold
    ten-twenty-one, crows gone counting

    a hungry & thirsty spring morning

  • him, of the cart

    fingers entwined
    we laid side-by-side
    waiting on the fade
    into the morrow &
    wept under pale stars
    burning high above
    our pale hearts

  • waiting on perfect

    cinnamon the kiss
    you never give
    as we lean over
    café tables at
    last night's dream
    waiting on perfect

  • Half-penny thoughts — 30nov25

    Sometimes dreams are just dreams. I get it — if all of our dreams were always meaningful, insightful and future-seeing, we’d put all of the oneiromancers out there out of business. Or give them panic attacks when we call them in to join us in the dreaming to help interpret and…

    Whatever.

    But there are dreams and the are Dreams. The proper noun versions demand you pay attention to their contents, which the other ones might linger on the fringes of memory until the morning fog burns off (if your lucky). And that’s only if they are particularly good or bad.

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  • 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 winterlong

  • all that remains

    of a passion felled
    on burning leaves
    and smeared scarlet
    of lipstick from
    mouth to cheek;

    for ruins remaining
    of waiting at
    flint-skied piers
    in the everlast of dusk

  • forgotten

    phantom me
    slipping the edge
    promises knotted in lace
    waiting to be undone

    i was that woman
    once

    but you have forgotten

  • dirges

    a dreaming of you
    and shadowfell in
    the forgetting at wake
    they sang love dirges 
    in the fading away
    slipping umbral
    of fingers slight

    the better suture 
    my lips tight