you grew out of the tangling black,
those carefree tides that lead to the moon.

the stars i thought were silver knots
would not unwind, danced on the horizon,

softened like the white mist that gathered
the sky and the dark rose of your eyes.

you filled with the quiet of the hills
and i watched as your ghost

started to tell me goodbye, that
ghost whose seas were frozen in the night,

the ghost i loved, and everything that
was fire in me carved the words into

the night's magnolia net and the words
were; " i don't want you to go".

Time draws close for dispersal.

Coming summer there'll be no traces
of the faces beaming at the gate.

Eyes sparkling lips apart
breaking into one more dance
to be in the sunlight under sky.

Hugs and kisses fly in the wind
maybe one last embrace
for all time to come.

They'll see the world differently
and their paths will never meet,
most likely.

The most intimate will become strangers
before once more
they disperse at the gate.

I turn back with the weight of this memory.

I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
.
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songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc

This evening is starting to fall
Take a look around
Way up high in the sky
Stars are sparkling in the night
There is so much light
Stars sparkle, stars sparkle
Mars is miles away
This evening is falling
Crickets are calling
This evening is starting to fall

Joy is calling your name
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
Joy is calling
Beautiful, beautiful
Joy is calling your name
No more doubt
Sing about
Joy is a beautiful day
Worship you
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
You cleaned these messes
Joy is calling

So here I am,
all wired up
and feeling weird,
but, it is not quite
as scary as I had feared.
I am just chilling out
here in my hospital bed,
with staff checking
periodically
that I'm not dead.

My gown has got gaps
where gaps shouldn't be,
revealing parts of my body
that folks shouldn't see!
The cardiac ward
is not my choice
of a holiday home
and not the vacation
that I wished to go on.

Yesterday afternoon
the consultant
did their walk,
visited and spoke
in medical talk,
but, I just nodded
and agreed, although
Myocardial Regurgitation
completely baffled me!

(Thank the lord for Google!)

Sadly I have
to pay to watch TV,
but hey,
at least the WiFi is free.
The nurses are awesome,
they check my stats
and bring cups of tea,
and someone else
is cooking my meals for me.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Veiled in nocturnal opulence, she sways—
a specter of dusk wreathed in abyssal silk,
her beauty a chiaroscuro of ruin and divinity,
where the fabric of night quivers against her skin,
a tremor between creation and collapse.

Her lips, smeared with the ink of oblivion,
part like a fault line spilling whispers of dissolution,
drinking the hush of a waning moon,
where silver tongues unravel dirges in the wind.
Her gaze—twin cataclysms of obsidian and opal—
devours the marrow of time,
hollowing the cosmos with the weight of her quiet ruin.

She unfurls like velvet hemorrhaging silence,
the air trembling with the ghosts of forgotten incantations,
stitched into the sinew of midnight’s elegy,
where time convulses, folding into the iridescent wreckage
of her shadow-drenched grace.