a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
from the depths of our youth
Tag: the dreaming
night skin you, day skin you
letters
having earned
my place in oblivion
i fold up my dreams
with their creases
and worn out folds
faded blue lines and
penciled words
and send them
to those swift waters
running under
a creaking old bridgetime to threads
time to threads sever.
pluck thin at beak to hand
frayed twist of warp & wool
sunder and scissor send needle
razor cascade the skin through
blister thorn blister torn
lost teeth at crumble, too
time to threads sever,
slumber, forget there was ever
a tunewasting away
synaesthesia
your winter taste
in dreamkiss
paints me in din
let this shamble sing
in threes without waking
i never want to leavelarking
another nordeast night
chasing phantoms
through busy streets
hands in hand
feet never touching ground
as the crowds gather 'round
for the samhain fires
would the i could
i would be larking
there stillrestitution
my jawbone in hand
waving away at wraiths
i offer this token for all
the insults & cruelties
it is not much, agreed
but it may yet yield
glass satisfaction at
the end of your fiststolen knot wings broken
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com she returned
my stolen knot wings broken
and gave me whale
mixed with trinkets and scorn
to prove that she was well
she is not well
i slipped my wings
gently back on
gave the whale
to my pocket
to contemplate
later on
slipping through door
in the wee soul hours
shuttered and locked behind
wayfaring the north road homewings in bloom
Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash memory ghosts, my bride
at sentinel bone pale cliffs
standing over seasides
a knot twin tangled
to night crossed of moon
and apples adrift of air
long gone yet linger
perfumed raven of hair
shipping to shadow of morn
catching a song of you
cresting over wings in bloom...jopy
Photo by Paul Bill on Pexels.com i'm not sure if
we managed to kiss
everywhere jopy tagged
his byline downtown but
we sure as hell tried
even there in the unsubway
with northern lights burning
out our heads with
drunken hands just trying
to hold on to the night
