#quietintensity

bark of the willow,

wrecked muller,

centuries ago—

folklore withtold,

literary console,

artwork adored,

status adorned.

directions supposed,

generations dispersed.

bit into the corners,

carved carnivore,

useless letting go.

dust gathers mold,

dusky treasure,

secrets boxed close,

lies engrossed,

case condoned,

horrors during throes.

cursed cloaks,

struggles retold,

baited nature,

beckoning endow,

hindsight tapered—

beneath the person,

Blue Bayoux

golden blue

almost silver

I want to taste

your sweet liquor

this longing

heavy on my chest

this breathing

shallow and repressed

shut my lips

quiver as they will

this secret

it must never spill

this tension

both of us can feel

thumper of the heart

as I hold you dear

oh how much I yearn

just to hold you near

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I study the stars without a guide

hoping they’ll lead me north where the sun shines

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Letter in Reverie II

thunder

in my heart

you make me wonder

just how far

feeling will take me

to the stars?

how much might rip me

right apart

glowing, gleaming

such a sensual feeling

now my heart’s finally beating

now my lungs let me breathe in

the salty air

heavy on my chest

the shore unclear

left in a daze

trying to tear

through this foggy haze

feet don’t fail me now

I might find out

that golden spark

unclear but bright

just like a star

it shines so bright

can’t look away

might burn my eyes

ignore the pain

I might find out

what led me here

right through the noise

a quiet soul

that silver poise

can’t look away

I might find out

if I can stay

cause I can wait

cause I can wait

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the compass needle of my heart is helpless to the gravity of you

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Tender Tempest

the ghost of a past

or maybe a future

I never had

if I reach out

then can I grasp?

echoes of blue

circulate my system

if I lean in

will I just have missed it?

if I keep the distance

then can I stay?

if I conceal the heart

will you let me wait?

take a spark

light a match

hold it close

hold it tight

through the cold

through the night

they’d say it’s so dark

I see all the thunder

they’d say it’s a spark

I see all the fire

the danger

makes it

so much more

enticing

almost wanna

bite in

fragile as it is

instinct says give in

conscious of my teeth

sharper than I knew

heavy on my jaw

more than I could chew

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Blushing Blues

cold, sharp

metal on skin

thoughts in my head

feel like sins

clutch the wound

yet it keeps gushing

spill the blood

cause I keep rushing

but I’ll never regret

bringing about lushing

to a garden of blue roses

that leaves me blushing

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I admire its glow on the sea surface

and the red of the sky,

an untamed fire

breathing folk tales

of its presence

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Clandestiny

holding my thorns tight

roots affected with blight

without the physical

you touched my with spiritual

held up a mirror

glimmering garden reflecting

the glory unseen

a tall tree you were

bent down to whisper in my ear

something ancient

in the bloodlines

through the fabric

of the timelines

fingers hovering over lines

engraved in my skeletal

where others dug their nails in

you were gentle

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The weight of a hand. The hush of surrender. Where control and comfort blur into one gesture— rooted in tenderness, charged with power. A moment between breaths, held in silence, framed by trust.

From the series The Quiet Room

Bride of the Ferals

A Quiet Gaze in Passing Weather

holding my thorns tight

roots affected with blight

without the physical

you touched me with the spiritual

held up a mirror

glimmering garden reflecting

the glory unseen

a tall tree you were

bent down to whisper in my ear

something ancient

in the bloodlines

through the fabric 

of the timelines

fingers hovering over lines

engraved in my skeletal

where others dug their nails in