a christmas pine is rotting out back
sun scorched and beached like a mighty whale
brittle needles threading into the dirt beneath
a rusty orange corpse
waiting for nothing,
and bleeding back into the clay from whence it came
a christmas pine is rotting out back
its edges - jagged,
branches feeble
delicate limbs, hanging on by Gaia’s thread
a spider’s web scrawled across its belly -
nature’s tapestry of metamorphosis
a christmas pine is rotting out back
to some, it betokens a melancholic departure
a fauna-painted portrait of unfinished business
of tragic endings and solemn farewells
of dying in the rearview
to some, it whispers that this life is fleeting
a christmas pine is rotting out back
but to the eyes that know mine,
a different song takes shape-
a melody of memories
firsts, not lasts
weathered, not withered
a christmas pine is rotting out back
but from my window, there is no death
in fact, no ending in sight
not grief, nor sorrow, not suffering or despair
only the magic of closeness; of starting anew
a joyful hearth and a family of two
a christmas pine is rotting out back
and with it sits the warm moments
the sacred ones that live on past the winter
and taste sweet to the earth
because rot is real and righteous
yes, rot is reincarnate
a christmas pine is rotting out back,
but this life is evergreen.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
The color of souls, undivided
How long have your lips known mine?
Known the tempo of my ego?
The cadence of my conscience?
You are half sky, half river
Wide open and winding
Mischief around the bend
And sapphire as far as the eye can see
It’s you who painted the heavens, my love!
Can’t you see?
My heart lives in your fleeting blue
Your civil twilight
Forever
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC
fingertips to dusk
her current drags me under
moonlit tragedy
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
the room was ink
and cheap leather
and there’s no room for god
in collars or letters
but have your bones been mended?
and
has the bleeding stopped?
because their hands
are still red
their wounds like honey
sticky
infinite
crystallized
so, my love
it’s time you learn to sew!
stitch up your broken!
sever the wicked!
make your mosaic!
and i’ll tattoo it on my sleeve
i’ll bottle it up
and swallow it
and when it sinks into the ocean of my body
i’ll think of them
and hope
that some day
under some sky
they can taste it too
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 5:30 PM UTC
January rain
The bitter taste of shedding
Winter in the grey
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
How I relish in the divinity of your gaze
Of your wandering spirit
Your gentle noise
The courageous in your quiet
The softening of your edges
And how lucky am I
That abundance flows to me in kisses
And warm springs under ribs
Waiting to erupt
And spill onto linen sheets
Like something ancient and sacred
How steady is this flame we’ve fed
Dancing in a sapphic rhythm
Our kitchen Foxtrot
Our primal spark
Embers of the ages
And oh, how tender is the sky
Always guiding
Stars aligning
A canvas in the dark
A language only we can speak
Leading me to you
The moon of my heart
My infinite horizon
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
Something secret
A chamber untouched within me
Caution tape across the entry
And bound by principle and promise
What truths live beyond the threshold?
And what shame lies beneath?
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
Burgundy on moss
October comes in poems
You’ll write me, won’t you?
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
Wind chimes in the East-
The mountain air is sighing.
Autumn in the hills
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
Yes, there must have been some devilish prophecy
Spoken on the day that you ascended from the embers
The day the stars were misaligned
Off kilter and yearning to return to virtue
Because threaded into the fabric of you was a venomous wound
And it bleeds and it bleeds it and bleeds
And you thrash and curse and wail into the nothingness
And we both know that even the nothingness pities you now
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC