#renku
The robe of haze is wet at its hem,
It must have felt the dewy drizzle.
The robe of light is dark at its hem,
It must have seen the solar eclipse.
And your lovely face is spoiled inside,
It must have seen who you really are.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
tw: blood
....
Here you are, dearest.
Take this scarlet part of me.
Quench that gnawing thirst.
It just stings a bit
A quick bite, then pure numbness
I close my eyes, calm.
You have me now, love
That part of me you wanted
Warms your still, cold veins.
More or less mortal
I swear, I don't mind one bit.
You are so worth it.
Eyes glowing crimson
You tell me you feel alive.
I smile, gratified.
You won't see me weep
For this loving sacrifice:
Forever sounds fine.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
renga or renku
a rose by another name . . .
haiku poetry
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC