(source) not an inch of blackness can enrapture His eyes the way i see them in the foreground of deathin hindsight i see a white pageflowers and winter teenslife has gone on and is laced beneath Your royal blues and violets.
(source) My soul is unkempt a weed-fraught field or a moss growing wild. In daylight or nighttimein thoughts unraveling and flesh bare and breathing slowedI’ve more room to travelfrom failed love to new heartache Un-solid absorbent and unrooted Unclarity is key.
(source) The river eyes in faerie-light.Wind is in the hound’s breath on the bankof the bends,riverroundabouts. Five-finger’d leaves threat at the touching ground,Spiderweb swings around veinsas a leafsong ripples through the ears. Leaflet boats seen through beetle eyesas yellow-white floodsthe dark corridors of rods and cones.A wonderthought,wanderthroughlust. Earth betweenthe ridges of skinholding tight to gravitysoftens underneath lofty thoughts. Ribbon bark, cracklelightreflects upon the brow,as green-dwellers...
(source) I sat beneath the old maple tree, mind transporting,soul cradling memories. What had just become, it could not process.Numbness due to flurrying thoughts.These moths trapped, reeking of recollections so antiqued.Let me free, let me be, cruel Aphrodite. A postcard of Love: the ocean:Deep, ambiguous, spectacular.Calm and comfortable as the sun is red at night.Terrifying, unsettled, as storms rip through its skies. Once I looked into your eyes, passion throughout,I was never the same.Love: your irises composed...