BURNING MUSES

spring summer transfixed

spending time outside

planning on getting my fix

underneath streaming skies

I'll plant my feet in soft grass

going to slowdown and relax

dig my toes into beach sand

slip my hand into my lover's

living for late night sunsets

chilling out on the back deck

breathing in present moments

soaking in those golden rays

savoring the seasonal haze

from may through september

everything that I'll remember

evenings in the flower garden

will leave my spirit in bloom

can feel my mood blossoming

aren't these the greatest daze

🌸 🌼 🌸 🌼 🌸

Because of you, I only dream of desire

You, the soul, so long on my mind

It became permanent

So it is inevitable

This wanting of you

Mostly Vampiric

Blood lusting thirst

Imminent, unstoppable

Imperative

It is no secret

I will keep you

All ways to dine

At the edge

On that fire inside you

To dine, to drink

In the depths of you

Like wine on the banks

Of a red sea apart

Of all the water

Because you are

his moonglade gaze falls on you  and like a pomegranate  you break and bleed grotesque incarnadine  a crime scene.

you've seen this play before  an absurd theater another apocalypse how deep the venom runs  when the first man who broke  your heart was your father.

reaching for you through the mist  the man is Icarus your haunted temple anointed with a kiss a slow, silent, sweet surrender.

i'm no longer you anymore still i couldn't let go of your pensive eyes brimming with ghosts, resembling pluto

your half a pomegranate heart barely beating on your ink-kissed hands whose touch is a whispered promise of ruin

i don't miss the disorder in your veins the storm peering out of your ribcage or the skin you desperately want to get out of

but don't we tend to fiercely love the poems born out of our flickering flames, for we are written out of the quiet, intimate dreams they hold?

you fled as soon as the house collapsed hurtling through the woods like a hunter's arrow the wind stung, your fate was at the whim of the moon

with dirt and a thousand cuts etched all over you you crawled, begged, screamed, prayed, longed for a place that would hold your aching bones

a hundred requiems at the bottom of ink bottles later the albatross necklace will slip from your neck and you'll make it out of the labyrinth

the breath of the sea will hum in your presence hair like tendrils of smoke, you look like a fallen city and i look familiar, from a dream half-remembered

A snag at the hem of my longing, made by the rough spots of my mishaps during first loves. A little hole that itches and chafes and hurts me. Unmendable. Noticed by all, but unnamed. A boy once told me, "you have a look in your eyes like you're searching for the answers of the universe." I laughed at that. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place. Maybe I'm looking for someone. For myself, for you. There are things I want to say that my words cannot encompass. When I hold my lover my tongue explains emotion in other ways. I fear I will never be all of myself. But I will come close.

Sincerely me,

every color i see

you are

every word i speak

you are

every song i sing

you are

the epitome

of perfect inspiration

you are

a confusion

falling as dawn

nocturnal things recede

drenched

in a bloodless blue

wet earth eager to receive

what drips from leaves

her parched tongue

joyous

her river

swollen by storms,

moving, lingering quickness, a hand

across skin, sated by dreams of hunts,

now awakened

in hunger,

somewhere west

as though a drowning

this verdancy swallows

in the depth of it

in the storm-breath

a suggestion of sun

weeping silklight

collisions among

humidity

somewhere

lightning happens

the direction that the wind blows

will scatter us like dandelion seeds along the river

or perhaps some to the purple thistle patch

our destinies tied together by wind currents that flux

with our every exhale, we tumble not knowing where we will end up

together is not guaranteed in a whirlwind or the dry sting of a dust devil

maybe the coolness of a waterspout could hold us

in aquamarine bliss one with the tides and eternity of waves

could you hear my voice over the whale songs and ocean murmurs

i will know you with every sense that survives the imperfection of this world

the scintillation of our words signal a faint hope

i will steadfastly remain where you will come and find me defying the river's current

where you'll read my lips even if they are stiffened blue by a hailstorm

when nothing matters anymore, and the fire cannot sink deep enough

to warm these formerly liquidly dancing now obsidian turned fingers into once more a slowed caressing motion

that has known your blistering cheek from long before the coming of the first all drowning tempest

we were so much more than hot and cold, stillness and motion

all the stars longed to know our names to be become our depiction

now, squandered it seems, this elemental wonder

you are going to carve another path unto the ocean

and i am going to erect another mountain

we will never meet again

at the fire where solely ice makes ends meet

at the cold deep where solely the blind reign

giving another three seconds

to all that's surviving

between paper

and scratching pencils,

my heart squeezed

tight in a corset,

while thoughts flicker

before my eyes

Each forged morning Life kept dying; Emptiness perverts the beauty of chance 

Real only to body and language, I was only ever gentle  With one of them