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Ghost of Jupiter Dec 2019
there are times
when the quiet
feels palpable
thick with hushed words
never meant
to be spoken
when silence surrounds me
in the darkness
of a sleepless night
seeps into my every pore
snakes through my veins
only to shush
my beating heart
Ghost of Jupiter Dec 2019
like a sigh let loose
on a frigid winter's night

your love escaped me
in a cloud of vapor

leaving me hollow and breathless
out in the cold
Ghost of Jupiter Dec 2019

How is it
I miss the warm touch
of his gentle hands
I have never felt

Miss the kiss
of his tender lips
I have never tasted

Crave so desperately
those intense eyes
I have never gotten lost in

Long to be tangled up,
as we lay breathless in a passion
I have never known

Desire to melt into strong arms
comforted by the beat of his wild heart
I have never heard

How is it
That I know this ache

That I ache for you
And only you

Ghost of Jupiter Nov 2019
he spoke to me
in poetry
the only language
my heart would
understand again

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
and open,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
Ghost of Jupiter Nov 2019
spray paint
your poetry
on the walls
of my ribcage
so my heart can hide within
the colors of your
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