I wear your jewellery
I speak your name
I wish there was something other the blame
a heart that held love abound
simply could not make another trip around
the sun.
He had you buried.
It isn't what you wanted
and I love him (but I hope he is haunted
by that). He reads the bible now
thinks of you at the pews
I'm not sure whether he wants a trip to
salvation
or you.
I have considered catching that bus
with the one way ticket
riding through fields and lakes and thickets.
But what would I say when I got there?
that the weight was too much to bear?
(maybe).
You would send me on my way
I'd wake up on a sunny day
on your sofa like when I was seventeen,
windows tickled by the evergreens
with a belly full
of cake and soup and love
(and maybe)
the memory of that
is enough.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 11:34 AM UTC
Diadem of dreams keep him keen,
In the lost world we walk,
We debate the last Holocene,
Then we split, came the fork…
Lonesome fingers, slip emerald thread,
I stare yon window,
Knitting some spell, helps me forget,
Drink lavender tea to grow.
It tasted bitter in the Winter,
So sweet when in summer,
Lukewarm come last November,
I can’t drink it no more.
They call me Lavender, loved ones,
You tried to debunk why,
Until you kissed me under the sun,
Love can make you so high.
The day you picked my last flower,
I was not a maiden,
You took from me ancient power,
My heart simply waned.
I took to the stars, took to the cards,
I became the Hierophant,
I looked to my sun, to my Mars,
To my Moon and Venus.
I’m imbued with the Crone’s wisdom,
With a new mindset so,
To understand conflicts new and old,
I’m healed, stronger, a Being of Amour.
Speak with me, drink flowery tea,
On the phone, speech may hurt,
Together, it’s ten times as sweet,
Call me, Lovely Lavender X
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
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even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
my parents taught me
opposites don’t just attract
they also connect
.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
I like to dance in the light of all the fires I started
just so the flames can wince at the sound of my laughter
just so what once burned me can see me now
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
Every road rises with the sun,
She does not speak of her decline.
My march is up one mountain
My fingers trace her spine
And hers trace mine--
Sifting creation with me
This way and that
Preoccupied, or
In paradise.
De-
Naturing?
If only with air,
We're making ties.
And now, I really should go--
She's making eyes.
...
Evergreen, deciduous trees
Winding trails and crystal streams
All woven into her halo,
She's making eyes.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
when god lets my body be
from each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom
the purpled world will dance upon
between my lips which did sing
a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes
will lay between their little *******
my strong fingers beneath the snow
into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass
their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be
with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC