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The muted hours I spend
waiting for dawn and twilight
are lonesome, cold, tired,
and fretful in the dark
and light in-between.
This depleted heart finds succor
when the Sun caresses the horizon;
I wait for the next touch,
the next crossing of curves,
from the celestial center
to the far edge of this rock
with an ache that is as opaque
as the love that does not linger.
waiting for dawn and twilight
are lonesome, cold, tired,
and fretful in the dark
and light in-between.
This depleted heart finds succor
when the Sun caresses the horizon;
I wait for the next touch,
the next crossing of curves,
from the celestial center
to the far edge of this rock
with an ache that is as opaque
as the love that does not linger.
Literature
rain
a rooftop heartbeat
coursing from a cosmic vein
pitter pats and petrichor
proving we're alive
heavens blood on your lashes
vital puckers to your flesh
syncopated arrangements on leaves
a deluge of murmurs
tickle the dirt
Literature
The Words That Never Come
How many bones must I swallow,
how many ghosts must I drink,
before the taste of you recedes
with the tide’s heartbeat – cruel and brutal –
pounding cobwebs against the shores of our memories?
The moonlight washes your footprints away,
and I am left alone – standing in the wake of your storm –
waiting, waiting, waiting
for the words I need the most – the words that never come.
Literature
in retrograde
here again i name myself an elegy for soft.
the ghosts unstitching their mouths–
impossible inevitable inconsequence.
the remainder. the echo. the wake.
pared to the bone, marrow unraveled;
a web of stars racked to the machine. soft;
you dead dreamweaver. threaded-needle-tongue.
here again this slingshot orbit cups an untouched moon.
claim yourself new. become untouchable. you remember:
this reassembly, this reinvention of choice.
become a fist pressed to the apex.
cut the compass out of your mouth.
soft; unspeak yourself again. you remember:
this funeral sacrament of a stopgap creed,
vacant planet unspun to wire–
clear th
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I thought I had this in my favorites already. Shame on me!
This is beautiful.
I especially love your closing lines.
This is beautiful.
I especially love your closing lines.