Expressionism

Pretty girl with flowers in her hair

Crystals on her temple

With eyes so blue

Dance in the sun as you so please

Pretty girl with droopy eyes

Fill me with ease

Hold me so close and never let go

Pretty pretty girl with the curly black locks

Head strong and witty

Share your wisdom with the world

Beautiful, beautiful girl.

Let me into your world

For a moment

Let me into your world

Show me your reality

Let me dance in your darkness

Tell me stories of scary monsters and

The battles you’ve won

And the battles you’ve lost

Sing to me your favorite song

For these moments are only ours

To let go,

Small steps of retreat

Won't feel as if

You're venturing towards the unknown,

Though the bonds of attachment

Will make the steps heavy

And you may feel as if

You're departing from a haven into

A desert of grief,

The muscle memory will at times prevent you

From resting with ease,

Making sweet things feel bitter

But you'll find the distance

Getting emptier,

For you to march with some vigour

So you can become

the memory of you is still carried in the folds of my heart, in the unseen shadows that hold grey-black shape inside unlit spaces.

you are soft now, blended with all things I love and cannot keep.

like a face in the clouds looking in from the window open to the sky.

like the scent of a favourite flower that reminds me you’ll always be here         and there within clasping seams to be uncovered and found.

to be untangled from the smallest runaway thought of you.

to be loved forever in the pauses between breath and life unfolding.

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the ocean closes in

as the heart’s spilling of crimson droplets changes the color of the moon

soul open, raw and exposed

stardust longings dwell in the core

etched into bone

fully surrendered

you are enfolded in the cartography of my skin, rewriting my map

removing stone-walled barriers and hauntings with faceless graves

creating new corridors and footpaths,

in which only you and our shared stars exist

so close, parts of me remind me of you

knowing you didn’t just cross my path,

you became it

running through me, covering me, holding me

consistently filling me full of your love and ache

and the thing is,

I will forever want you closer, still.