He sat himself there, among the ghosts that surrounded his form. A hand in one other, his beloved’s, with a circle of gold still about the third finger from the pointer. During times his mind is focused, he draws his thumb to that circle of…
Should I have known to slow the funeralUpon arriving to it?When seeing your form, in a state of no tomorrow,I breathed a sigh that revealed the cold,And gave my grief my hat to hold. Your form is as lifeless as the winter, with no shadow…
Beloved, to describe what is before me,Would perhaps offer me,What to me, craves the plenty –The multiple aspects to your beauty.And as I sit before you, and before my gaze,Towards your marvelous captivity,You show to moon and star,A gaze full of idle awakeningTo what thumps…
We’ve grieved a number of times, Enough to starve ourselves of woes and goodbyes, Enough so that we’ll yearn to stay in arms and sighs, With faces marred by tears and excessive pleas Upon that which humanity has come to see, A love of our…
Dragged at my feet,Is the unforgiving rope.Binding me, and blinding me,Because I cannot stand,And so I need aid,To be able to see,All that I have corrupted for me,Beyond the grief from the sea. You would deny me all?Reach into me, to see sweetness,And then know…
I cripple myself,In horrid wings formed of bleak feathers,And I have pleasured myself in sadness,For it was a bottle I drunk from,That had your bitter tears. I found love awaiting me,And drew joy close to me.Love was stilled, as a heart, buried in dust,A milk-white…
I neglect truth, wherever it stands,Plead for difference, wherever it lands,And make myself whole, through indifference,I beg to be differed, in manhood and resplendence.For I am weak by your side,With eyes that drop to a fingerThat is your own,Gleaming with a ring. Wherever the world…
Beloved,With scars so engraved,Am I able to dig them out? Am I am able to see,That which has muddled thee,By the sin we both breathe,In bitter misery? Bandage these sores,For they’ve accumulated,Vast swarms of flies,Longing to feast. I have failed my own God,The woman I…
When upon the time in a distant romance,When love once guarded her form,When a frame had guarded a painting,When my arms had guarded truth,I knew for once in my life,That my home is not this home;It is the space in her heart,And upon a face,…
Petals have fallen, over a naked leaf,The soil has been where I found thee laying,Frozen and dead, with a mark upon thy forehead,The mark of terror. The mark of a beast.The mark from a man,Who knew your heart, taken to keep. Beloved, with thy tranquil…
