I kneel before her at full length— Beside my lyre she would now dwell, She was my smiling and my Soul! Laid her on my golden door— Beside my heart, she was my bride. Laid her on my throne in sky— An angel throng! with her bright eyes.
Death kissed my lips.
And when my deep blush went in gold, I reached the end of her bright eyes— She was my own sweet dream! Shed all around me in a winter night, Laid her wide head on my gold light. Thus on that eve, as on that night Held her white breast with its love light, Kind solace to her burning sight!
When we were younger, we would meet every chance we had. Each meeting another break from school and chores and growing up.
Now, we are older. And meeting you feels like an assignment, a chore, a side effect of growing up. It's a band-aid hiding how nowadays, we are never not apart.
Each headline is harder to swallow. Each text another punch in the gut. Each day another attempt to save what was mine by pushing it away. Each decision another crumpling of an empty page. I only hope when the creases are smoothed there will be something left to write on.
Man's best friend lives 10 to 20 years, and why not more? Why can't furry tails wag forever, if only because I want them to. Heavenly Father, if Methuselah had 1000 years, why not my best friend 30? Why not, why not, why not? Why not let his damp snout and curious eyes see just another day?
i begin to arise looking over into your gaze so that i can feel you breathless and shaken with joy in your eyes thirst overtaking the impulse to feel how strong this love is rubbing your skin exposes the warm static throughout im left without air asphyxiating for pleasure head rushing groaning your name please keep going you keep our skin vibrating and purging the toxicity of the world from us taking in only me you can feel my pulse radiate from your sacral place with you gushing out like the words it takes to tell you that i love you and want to fill the empty spaces within for a moment i feel like we’ve become one our bodies sing heavenly tones echo within the confines of this home with archangels watching over as we fulfill our celestial fate
Somone some day might love me; might gaze beyond the terror and doubt; the walls that stand like angels and gods, shielding me from all the Bad Things of Before.
Someone might say I'm enough, and make excuses for the pain I inflict-- for the icy, blood-soaked blade I brandish so easily. The thousand cuts that lead them to their ends.
Someone might open my chest, see the rose-colored soul that shivers there: the terrified child crouching in shadow, and long to comfort and give her a home. To shower her with recognition and acceptance. To promise peace and eternity and the weight of gold in an undeviating kiss.
But for now, I know only memories. Only the cold, dawning glow of regret. The sting of curiosity behind a cracked and dust-sopped window. The horror and tragedy in Truths I cannot challenge.
It is impermanent And our departure permanent We only grasp the lilies To let them fall farther than our eyes can watch We move quicker with time Than the betrayal of the clock And in the field of mortal flowers We bloom in a moment eternally unnoticed By God and our fellow man It is beauty crushed underfoot In a shallow time span It isn’t cruel, but it is thoughtless And unfortunately breathtaking Because we stand amongst the spring In perpetual fall We must all answer the call of the lonely lily secondhand