hard as a feather capture the weather polarities are kindred souls i long to hold you close to my ***** and assume the unassuming is all you have need for
our hands are hourglasses broken on the seashore sand has spilled out like rice justified by time another victim of the sublime i miss her kindred spirit although happiness and density weighed heavy upon my soul i chose to wait for comfort and shallow tide to control the outcome of this poem is like an ancient story where the gods are getting hungry so they eat their own brownness
forgotten in fields of rotten tyrants and brooms sweep the countryside like fire burning through streets tearing down the feasts of dionysus, bacchus, and eurypides orpheusβ daughters sold all of their water to the maitre dβs and hostesses so your own emotions could rent rooms in their vacant hallways
i saw all your warnings and yet i chose to run right through them and into your arms accept this token of my heart a piece of fabric torn from sober wisdom and spun with threads of copper it becomes a blanket and wraps your fragile nakedness as the corn and leaves used to do
forgetful one please heed this your memory is naked respect the unexpected your lies are being collected and written on papyrus sirens are awakened by your cries in the wasted light of the moon perhaps we still must make amends say amen and sweat your swathing blanket your **** angels swear by their creator saying: do yourself a favor and let me enter you