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Damien Ko Nov 2021
at last, at last, hundred years have gone
her name keeps ringing
at last, at last, she has gone silent
bellicose percussives at once still
alas, alas, she has retreated from memory
frantically grasping at fading tendrils of warmth
alas, alas, what once was
will never be
tried playing with restricting articles and personal pronouns
Damien Ko Nov 2021
And now you'll always be in my memories
Never too far away, a perpetual influence
You are the moon and you pull me like ocean tides
And now you'll always stain my life in shades of your color

Always now I'm steeped in shades of you
Your likes and dislikes tinting rose the way my life is viewed
Not ever to be something I can touch but always seen
As it is you're too far from my reach.
thinking about the people we meet through a glass of italian red
Damien Ko May 2021
whiskey whisk me
away, find a way to
tryst me risk-ly.
whiskey whisk me
to a day, not today
Damien Ko May 2021
i drift along the web aetherized and soporific
my torpor tenuous and temporal i stumble
upon a ripple that grows unraveling
and i revel in its unraveling gyre
as its descent enriches in the morning light
delight in my dreaming drenching
i really have no idea what i'm doing
Damien Ko May 2021
one day you will see my soul whole
one day I will give you a fragment and another day another
another fragment of my soul until you have all of me
of my fears, my nightmares, of my ambitions, my dreams
dreaming of giving you something so cherished
to cherish me as I clutch you to my breast tightly and tenderly
tender, my delicate soul you hold, from this day to the last day
one day you will have my soul whole
Damien Ko Feb 2021
i want to watch the snow fall with you.
i want to hear the wind howl with you.
i want to hear my heartbeat with yours.
Damien Ko Nov 2020
I met you in the time between embers and aries
when the sky darkens early and the leaves decide to depart from branches
when the cold grey dreary fuels me emphatically
and the cold crispness reminds me I am so delightfully alive
In those fiery red orange embers to the grey bleak aries
was I thus enflamed and envigorated by you
When I met you in that time between embers and aries
and we traded soft whispers and heated glances,
salacious banter and satisfied stares
in that time between embers and aries
where I hungered for all of you
exuding avaricious energy
to slake myself with your scent
and delight in the way my fingers dance through your hair
and revel in the way I trace my desire across your skin

my embers and aries are stained with you
I think the fall/winter months having a lot of -EMBER and -ARY is pretty cool, I think I wrote this fairly victorian though
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