dim embers glowing
lulling her to sleep, tears stream
“stay”, they softly weep
- e.
haiku VII // 01.07.24
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@amarantos-soul
dim embers glowing
lulling her to sleep, tears stream
“stay”, they softly weep
- e.
haiku VII // 01.07.24

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secret garden
blooming
stone walls
breaking
realization taking
hunting ecstasy
has ended
glinting darkness dawns
fertilizing seeds
yet dreamed of
transformation making
steady
ready
bliss awakens
red thread pulsing
time to rest and listen
feel the life in every atom
let the gift come
- e
stairs muddy with rain
flowers attempting to rise
deep breath, spring will come
- e.
haiku VI // 4.27.23
Rainbow fragments dot the bed
Rustling blanket
Warm hand resting on my thigh
Ocean of living
Two souls meeting and swimming together
Coffee and the sound of paws
Snowflakes surround the cottage quietly
Nestled amongst the pines
We speak of spring
But what’s the hurry?
Fractal masculinity
Black illusion
Sucked into her veins
A crucifixion
In her bedroom corner
Portal opens
She is born again

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I don’t want you to get me
I want you to love me
Ravage me a thousand ways
The way the sun beams so relentlessly
Adore me
Pour your goodness out on me
And fill yourself with mine
Be open
Undeniably aware
Of all the beauty and the sovereignty of Life
Honor yourself and in so doing
Honor me
Peace envelops you
Letter ever unread
The great Mediterranean
Memories
Bubbles you are floating on
A bed of haunted clothes
Mission makes its way to you
Drops of rain parade
Flooding and at times trickling
Past seems to wash away
New beginnings flicker
Tapestry decides to fold
Tempting thread is here to tug on
Oh so gently you grab hold
nectar, once tasted
makes a mockery of sweet
mimicries wasted.
- e.
Haiku IV // 1.23.23
Honey eyes and magic soul
Direct line heart to heart
Reached a hand out in the dark
Danced with you in the stars
Deeper layers
Broken pieces
Looking past you into her
A whole new world
But it was shaken
Best intentions leave their scars
Sun revives your weary body
How can you revive your heart?
Look within for what you’re seeking
Let the old ways fall apart
angry burst shatters
fragments splayed across the ground;
rock left unbroken.
- e.
Haiku III // 1.16.23

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gentle sound of rain
no birds to serenade us
space between trees speaks.
- e.
haiku II // 1.6.23
young reeds blowing down
oak tree, quietly watching
embraces the wind.
- e.
haiku I // 1.3.23
codependent no more
my companion
a few hundred pages
tucks me in
each night at 9.
dandelions dancing on my hip
and on the cover, chrysalis
mind turning over thoughts of that gigantic bloom we found last summer, like it came to me.
Provence
we found the lavender, laughing
purple ocean just beginning to appear
under an unknown citadel, ancient and sturdy,
ivy, cobblestones, and relics, beckoning us to come in.
we blew our hearts out on those dandelions.
sister wishing on a million tiny wishes -
for her shattered spirit? healing?
for her precious unborn babies? for her unrequited love?
and me? I can’t remember.
black hole succubus inside my brain
being smashed against the wall before I turned the ripe old age of three
made memories a hard thing to contain.
world peace? my highest calling?
all that I recall is that familiar swelling feeling
pulsing, coursing through my veins
as if some grandiose ideal was trying desperately to live through me.
it isn’t comfort that I seek. that much is clear to me.
die hard romantic, wild thing
holding to what’s most beautiful in life,
what’s most worthwhile -
at least trying.
wishing done,
deep gratitude the gift sent to the ethers now.
what more could I need?
mind turns sharply
to that night -
3am.
next to sleepy hollow.
street lamp oddly flickering.
ready.
willing.
inner sanctum afire.
expectation and belief.
I jumped that night -
and Life began to dance with me.
so I keep jumping.
Cosmic Soup
I jump
I jump
I drown
I swim
in all its spice and savory
and all its satisfaction sweet,
its hellish burnings, savage cravings,
my existence polarizing
I surrender to the cadence
of my destiny.
roars and rhythms co-create
unfathomable
dormant, dark, and deep
yet on top glistening
merely a ripple
She the storm
merely a wave
and She the tide
merely a droplet
She the sea
crossing with her phantom lover
into midnight, misty wood
creaking floorboards
weathered bridge
created many moons ago with no conception of this night
trembling
water softly streaming
terrifying.
gliding silently
uncharted territory
one more step.
alone, not lonely
sighs the night
quiet parting whispers
it is time

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slow fire to tend
learning more than to survive
thrive
a way that lasts
sustainable
flourishing
doesn’t happen overnight
lumps in the throat
keep swallowing down
purpose
hope
what’s wrong can feel so right
what’s right feels wrong.
pits in the stomach
patience
purpose
hope
pits in the mind.
all words have passed through
all emotions
all is quiet on the western front
Alice through the looking glass
hold on
Ripples spreading out,
discernible an instant
Heavy stone hurled gloriously
as far as the eye can see
gulls silent
all is silent
but the wind.
the icy wind,
biting intensely
body shaking
primal energy brings out a violent scream from in her veins
as it sinks to the bottom -
Giver and Receiver of Life
Exorcising her release