Hello, dear-one. What say you in this lowly place?
"When twilight traces the terrace, Touch the torch-sky with the tip of your lip. A sweet heat Will draw your willful mind, But watch! The torch-sky takes: Heart-stems Drip Drip Petals shower The firelight blaze, like my root vein, Spills languid and warm across the sky. Beauty in elation But now breathe out!"
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Then Into Deep Water
Say, dear-one, What's all this now?
"The blue of night is sweeping over the torch-sky, And shadows steal swiftly as silent silhouettes, Come coldly dancing Do not disdain—dreams form feather-light foam, And fade heavily in a salt-wash, flooding fervently. Covered darkly Step Step Shiver forward From terrace to sea my foot falls easily. Then the eerie eels entwine in the brine. Feeling supine Let the deep creep Until next time."
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But the Canvas is Brighter Still
Stay awake, dear-one. Is there not more to tell?
"The search for halcyon has wrought hush-flickers: Stars staring brightly stripping night's dark domain. Drifting dazedly: humorous 'Theirs is a humming neatly humbling hysterias.' Whispers Nyx, 'Dwelling hinders what dreaming may fix.' Sleeps slips Blink Blink Morning stands Beacon! Bright butterfly, beckon bravery! Billow boastfully—this day will be mine! Keep in mind, It's always divine."