Soft and heavy with promise A velvet hammer!
Peace abides in the gentle velvet folds of patient time; When industry is forgotten and rigid right angles Give way to soft currents of inspiration; Lacking definition, judgement or expectation My yardstick shrinks and disintegrates into nothingness... Inadequate to the task of measuring infinity.
‘Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?’
- Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
once I was a waning crescent, pale and thin—incomplete
a silver sliver of light peeking unwanted in between the folds of the velvet, midnight sky and now, having gazed at my sun from a world away, I am whole—I am full and complete—grand designs, imperfections, craters—making me no less whole when you are near it is not you that completes me, but rather you who illuminates the parts of me I thought were lost forever the paradox that you both do and do not complete me brings me as much comfort as the sun’s warm rays on my cheeks and the moon’s cool gaze on my back.
This poem was written in 2020.
her fingertips leave
velvet kisses across his skin, wiping the tears that escape with her palms. nothing can compare to such a lover’s material.
i am Orpheus in the clouds
playing clown for the masses. i'm half of the shaft of light breaking mosaically into millions of pieces across the kitchen floor. i'm a smoky chandelier swaying with the bravado of a censure on high-holy-day. i'm the royal velvet lining your blood. i am a poem, without reason, read to you by a stranger. i am 200 tons of cracked granite one thousand feet above you splitting off from the face of the mountain. but more so than any of that, i'm a peculiar kind of nothing typing words onto screens before i die.
You drew her in
Like the last breath you'd ever take Drowning in her eyes Hitting the blue and silver wakes She reached for your hand Shaking you from your slow descent Her touch like a velvet rose A warmth without an end She laughs and you close your eyes Hanging her smile in your mind A gallery of your favorite pieces Her portrait a one of a kind
Plush knots tie delicately,
gentle around the neck.. death never felt so soft, silence..
like are night when you are near do me a favor dear Hang yourself from thee crystalline chandelier Breathes reek of sheets in Velvet and Belvedere Dreams