the fortuitous
glance of the mercenary
crow falls wayside onto the silver
thread of the squirrel’s etching
tail, carving glyphs into the whispering wind
the caw
the glint
the acquisition
a few drops of blood
& a softening nest
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:04 PM UTC
there is a nest we make, our arms weave
the lobe of an ear, corners, blanketed
the curve of your face puzzles my collar
bone, the way we used to fit, a reinvention
as the space we now occupy holds
separate weight, we balance against each other
& purposeful, you sand the lines
from my face
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
the needling breath
of forested speech, an echo
of the way we bend
the drive to appease
the mouth of serenity
revives the scant scent
to take inward
in drams of swallowed tithing
spiraled blood writhing
spread of skeletal
rise, of ancient hymns of birth
rooted vibration
the WHO in the hollow drowns
the wonder of the stretched ear
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:26 PM UTC
twined,
grey & silver sing along
the edges of consciousness,
bolstering themselves
in the still
life of subtle breathing, the ear,
caught by midnight’s velvet
blue, drinking muted honey
dark’s elixir, a blanketed embrace
technicolor mind dance, coupled
with the gauzed feet of presence
these are Nox’s symphony of arms
wrapping awareness inside her
primordial soup
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
pre-dawn, the creased ear
throat’s trebled tessellation
feathers, gathered moths
phenome, paired, woven
nests wanting the glaze of dew
wing beats heart’s small drum
the distant echo
of symbiosis rising
in hued, petaled tones
ephemeral, the poured glass
of dawn’s edge in flight
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
(warm)th, (gold)en
skin, a canvas for parody
warm(th), gold(en)
temperate air of melody
twists the tidal antibody
towards bowing phrase of prosody
(war)mth, gol(den)
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
quantum is the spread
of delicate prize along the lines
of your face we drift, ghostly
through each other
in cycles & bowed lips
cupid ties our words
into knots, what piles
of consonant frayed vowels
reside in the cracks, the floorboards
posture themselves within
the crick of our bones
& we are picked clean
for the bathing
of the moon
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
supple grasp, branches,
or poured hem, Aurora's blue,
yield tightened birdsong
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:03 AM UTC
I am rooted &
therefore I reach
the moon reflects
upon my feet, music is cubism
in twin with gritted teeth
a pavement keyed dark
& light pierced with golden
spindles of stacking
dust, inwardly green
with midnight, navy
a blanket of silence
worn to resonate
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 7:43 AM UTC