sacred and naive
leafling
unadultered
leafling unaware
leafling you are untouched
and perfectly content
polluted just a phase
--
don't you dare bloom
don't you dare.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 5:03 AM UTC
is it gold
to be in that light?
is it everything all at once?
does it fill you up
from toe to tongue?
does it eat you alive
and burn you
and hurt you?
and do you feel alive
in that light?
in that scene
do you feel alive?
or are you waiting for the
second
it all
folds
in
suffocates and
pulls you
under
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 1:02 AM UTC
O blue comfort-
blanket sweet desires
closet aging aches
gift
the sugar silence
hot salt on
sweet cheek
supress & savour
rotten teeth
and keep a secret
for a day
a bellyache
a funeral wake
a cold hand
and
mango man
keep your pain
keep it all
and release relief
when sun sings
dawn
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
a rose by the hour
floral shower
florid stain
the waxy lip
(incarnadine)
blooms for the sweet
and fragant touch
of
that young lily
iced and white
with blushed insides
and forbidden
fruit.
there is a timeless tale
within those pearls
within that smile
of youth
pulchritude
purity.
there is a quintessential
romance
beneath that lust
(that noisome desire)
heart beating and breaking
and pulsating and
suffocating
the light from the room
and the gold from the sun
and the bud
from her mother.
dulcet petal
browned
and grotesque
posioned by
romantic unrest
yet
a rose by the hour
floral shower
florid
stain.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
heart hurt
and frozen melody
and hot tears
and spinning salt
on a metallic swing.
looking for idols
in skies
and mountain tops,
searching for motions
to memorise
pretend to
reflect
implode.
scenic nothing
picturesque empty
meaning
less than
previous thought.
distant dreams
i’ll say it again,
revisit
fresh graves
and supposed
new beginnings.
discover what
you know
is what you knew
change isn’t a magnet
some
own it all
some reach
just out of sight
always
change your mind
not your fault
fruitless.
just want that feeling
complete.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
I change for you
Like the rose bud blooms.
Like the sea sways and sings
To the sweet moon.
And the light of the sky,
the life
the warmth
cant compare to
the itch in my spine.
The freeze in my fingertips
The rhythm
The dance of my core.
When you linger relentlessly
And natures hymn (relentless)
Paints the soft and sugar motion
Of wood nymphs and faeries
Mystic yet familiar.
You are the fantasy
The myth
The blind blind faith.
You are the sun
And the stars
And all of the above.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
on a moonlight tryst
i gave you my all,
branches bending and bowing
to Gaea.
and her lover of the north-wind.
oh, autumn,
make me bare,
make me starve
warm me, delight me.
love me thrice in the tenebrous
corners of the fairyland and bee hive.
the ichor rains down on us
and gifts us wine for our roots
and un sospiro for our souls.
let’s dance all night,
with a zephyr through our leaves,
the inferno overlooked.
i will love you in winter,
with your polar spines and
bared back blues.
i will love you in spring,
in the whispers of Renaissance.
where youth awakens
in the sweet song of Helios’ new born.
and i will love you all the rest,
as God wrote you just for me,
a sonnet of youth and pulchritude
a sonnet for the millennium,
i will treasure for
infinity.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
your light is different,
than the blush
of tangerine summer
and crystal lakes
and Neptune dreams.
glowing, gliding
liquid metal
boyhood and yellowed
nostalgia
built from the bones
of shattered youth
and you
and you
and i,
and i have always known you,
in the bluest of blues
and treacle nights.
i have always felt you,
above and below.
in the empyrean
amongst the wood nymphs
(the green ghost lingering)
within the fairyland,
the sweet and poison reverie.
you are the one truth,
the warmest flame-
the crescent moon-
you are the only...
until i forget myself again.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC