Just Another Symphony Of Life

Organs reaped from a body I didn’t sow Such porcelain gifts a fragile body sows

“These bleeding feet are still to find you.”

you penetrate my weak defence / teasing me with anxious love / i know the score; my turn to play / against your side i make my move ... blánaid, my dear, my favourite one / gentle, fragrant, guileless love / it’s time for you to trump my man / and ‘take’ me with a daring move ... come sit beside me, woman of the wavy hair / embrace me, bright branch of the cool grey eyes / resolve my torment, generous-gentle woman / and ‘take’ me quickly to your merciful bed

Me: *doing something for hours on end without stopping*

Is it possible to be eaten alive while someone’s eyes

Come tender as the trees               forgiving the books                         for asking to be made.

some days, I am the restless gods looking down on a warring country, other days, I am the shipwreck, other days, I am the country. they all come to me in search of something.

Come love, make me better than I was.

“I love skipping anything casual—“hi, how are you, it’s been forever”—and getting straight to the center of pain. Or happiness.”