Tag: the dreaming

  • door in the wood

    sunlight shining through old growth woods
    Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash
                  — and yes i recall
    the hill with the tree and
    the door and the key
    but i don't think it
    will turn for me
    anymore

        — so who will remember
    when the rain starts to fall
    of that door in the wood
    to let the ghost
    of me in?

  • dreams only

    Photo by Dana on Unsplash
    i suppose that sometimes
    a dream is only a dream
    but these always lean
    towards rude awakenings

  • dreamspacing

    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    kissing at distance
    hands dreamlaced time
    drawspacing the narrows
    thin between eachwith line
    mouth to breath shared
    of lips gone surrender
    no longer bound of care
    silkslip and thigh
    that flesh dreamt skin
    pulling pastlives present
    willing you in

  • twilight eyes

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    nail bitten fingers
    ragged tip raw
    all jaundice & spleen 
    her twilight eyes
    flicker flick
    a celluloid dream
    in shadow & stars
    come my lay, my love
    she hums, a song
    from her past

  • passage

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
    Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com
    to rest my cheek against thigh
    fingers hair entwined
    waiting for the glow of stars
    to shine and fill me of you

  • in that slipshadow

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    in that slipshadow
    your hand on my hip is
    my hand on your hip
    cutting the twilight
    of midnight under
    a lazy summer moon
    hanging low enough
    to grasp if but
    for only slender hours
    before is slips behind
    an ashen veil of dream

  • still do not

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    long that road & more
    i still do not know
    where it will lead
    i have my doubts that
    the path heads north
    i still do not know

    our hands become expressions
    reflections of our thoughts
    feathering fans before eyes
    fingers return to masks

    long that road & more
    i still do not know
    what we will find in end
    i still do not know

  • dreaming house

    Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash
    what ghosts this dreaming house
    sleepwalking our sleep?
    trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
    giving hallow our hearth in creep?

    pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
    barefoot slipping through
    eyes open to ever unawake
    passing of room to room

    gazing out to lune and hedge
    through windows stained of dust
    would we to kiss her lips
    in that dreaming house of rust

  • tryst

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    barefoot of skin
    etched spidered line thin
    phantasm and trysting
    she slips through at
    the old wytchingtree
    waiting on the moon

  • 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