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Will you love me still
when my flesh has fallen to rot?
Will you love me
when decay has taken my form,
and fed my flesh
to a grave full of worms?
Or should I slow the
gangrenous bubbling of my skin?
Will you love the ivory perfection
of my bones, sweet one,
so like the grasping branches
of a dead tree...?
Will you still lie by my side,
our flesh rotting together,
the roots of a tree twining through
our ribcages?
Will you still love me,
love me dead?
I'll take my last kiss
and pin it on the wall
- light pink, tinged with red
around the edges -
never fading
and it will stay there
as long as the tack will hold,
a darling memory
I am star-crossed
Star lost
A child of the moon
Drinking deep from a goblet of sweet wine
How I miss you
When the sun goes down
You feral beast
Of tooth and claw
The sea beckons
Waves pulsing
And pounding
The deep, the deep
Silver Moon on the waters
Reflect in your eyes
Light up your thighs
The earth
Roots twining
Around our ankles
Our wrists
Keeping us in this embrace
I sought the earth
With trembling hands
My fingers
Against black soil
Deeper and deeper
I dug with
Aching and rusty
I turn over
Rock and bone
Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest
Wrote this on September 30th as I pondered the change of the seasons and what autumn means to me 🍂
Something wild
Something calm
Something rides
for us at dawn
Something stolen
Something black
A thing unsettling
on the track
Something feathered-
Something flees-
A thing corrupted
A darkling beast
A cry goes up
A call for aid
A loaded gun
A sharpened blade
Here we stand
Arm to arm
Where night is thick
and blood is warm
Though we may die
We stand as one
Against the night
And what may come
just looove dark imagery. I hope you enjoy this one, it's one of my recent favourites
Gentle river
Lick me clean
Take my sins
And slam them
Against the rapids
Wild river
Grant me freedom
Let me float
Along your bank
Let me sing with you
Let me roar with you
Until the birds call me home
Rising river
Rise with me
Rise with me
Rise with me
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