come, listen closer with your neck craned slight
to waves that churn for a chance at the sand
come, don’t wait to hold my head in your hand
my boy glowing blue in the pure moonlight
to love you is damning so i will fight
the urge to tell you my heart’s one demand
but if i let go, my body unmanned
it would spill from my lips, into the night
if it is the price to touch you once more
leave my soul in fragments here on this beach
take what you want but know that i want you
but in my dreams when we swim past the shore
i lose you and the moon sinks out of reach
i know you can’t love me, your boy in blue
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
you’re made of love
do not forget that
when your tears are poison on your soft lips
and on furrowed brow your anger is set
the world still calls gently to you
my venus child
dart out your tongue and swallow your sadness
protect your soft soul in this madness
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
forgive me my love for i am a fraud
when you graze my palm
i feel the touch of god
your presence alone strikes me with sin
when i lean into you
a halo of moonlight draws my poor soul in
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:40 PM UTC
it’s funny the places i find you
when the wind blows a certain way
it smells like the time you took us to the beach
and i can’t explain
why i’m crying on the highway
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
you love me more in the summer
when cornstalks sway with the fireflies
and wind whips through car windows
in the summer we sit in old lawnchairs
throwing sticks and grass together until
the bonfire crackles so loud my words blend into yours
maybe that is why
you love me more in the summer
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 6:58 PM UTC
when your last breath rejoins our favorite constellation
i will brush your bangs from your forehead
with my hand now yours
because i die too
knowing that when you sink into soil
the worms will touch you last
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
A fawn treads quietly through the forest, her mother trailing.
Her world is all marsh grass and reeds, her small hooves parting the brush that stands between her and the pond. She bends her neck to drink, nose skimming and sending ripples across the surface of the water.
This spring evening, the pond is clear. But she does not pause or look vainly when she catches her own deep brown eye in her reflection.
Why would she, for all of her that matters can be seen through the eyes of her mother. Know that in the mirror of her mother’s eyes she is beautiful tonight, untouched by all but the slow-sinking sun.
It is late-summer now, and her world is all asphalt and rubber and sickly twisting machinery, metal that glimmers like the surface of the pond they once drank from.
Fast metal, faster than nature, faster than her mother.
Now the fawn only sees herself in the shiny black of the machine, bent and warped, distorting her once-pretty face.
She bolts, her world of marsh grass and reeds crushed under her strong hooves.
Know that there is no beauty left in the forest tonight, for it is forever touched by the cruelty of man.
Months later, when the falling leaves cover the scars of a summer lost, the fawn finally stops at the pond again.
There is something eternal here, something wild in the way her nose first skims hesitantly then sends ripples ricocheting across the surface of the water.
This autumn evening, the pond is as clear as glass.
And on this autumn evening, she pauses; not vainly, but to catch her mother’s deep brown eye in her reflection.
Tonight she is beautiful again, untouched by all but the slow-sinking sun.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
a mothers grief rings out like church bells
stripped from her baby swaddled in cloth
her heavy heart mourns
yet the church hymns keep soaring
their voices will drown out their own death tolls
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
i dream that you swim
but when you go past the rocks
the moon disappears
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:19 PM UTC