anyway
let’s meet in the lace drift
of a clouded moon,
scatter pentagrams like feathers,
watch them flutter land;
240,000 miles trounce a mere
jaunt of 10,000
thoughts floating your way,
can we time them
and still count star circles?
Tag Archives: love
law wrenchian
everything’s been paid
that last invoice suspended …
blame the gintrap in your mind if you like
or the way that others stick between
eye-will and teeth on icy edge
some people were not suited for the moonlight
while you, that you, are dangerous all the time
unsure
Feral dreams blur moon at last;
zero, clinging to her dark
will say nothing now about these
hours, grinding slowly and
ungiven in the slide of gravity.
Night rattles dry-leaf bones and
foxes pick at unread love
songs tumbled in among cold
cuts, half-smoked cigarettes
and over cooked spaghetti.
“oh really and what now”
………………… she-writhes
unlined
i will not
cry
or name
empty space
since i am not
drowning
in sweet water
‘s
peak
frontera
tonight i will get very red spill your name like wine
on scented oil moon-soaked fingertips outline where
this time soon another we’ll be dreaming life
is shining
the always
the always ^^ podcast by Shell
recorded for Cendrine, if she returns … i think she’ll like this …
i send you
nothing
less
than angels
to embrace
you, love, as you
cry and reach for me
in dreams
i give you
nothing
but
the always
that i promise
time and time again
in my palm a small ocean
is now home to tiny
silver dolphins
that dance your
soulheartname
of love upon
my cheek
and i am
the songs they sing
of you
just a thought
just a thought yearned by Shell
(for J)
Night slips distance out of sky,
leaves tip breeze the nod and fly.
Time for moon to blossom dream;
let petals fall invisibly,
velvet curve tomorrow’s cheek;
full-moon aware they travel light.
Tomorrow, find stars in warm sand,
impossibly – they kiss his hand.
nothings #9
For a while I was an angel’s confidante. It took time for me to undress names like angel-slut. Peel truth from jealous lie. Choose the side I winged for. I did it though it was forespoken. Like the end.
Now and everynow, I come to you, beloved. I wear nothing.
Now and everynow. I bare only you.
icarese …
Behind a screen, ultraviolet
penetrated only pale exposure,
could not reach her world beyond
dark glass where destruction
retained meaning
and secrets did not spider
across wall or ceiling.
Still, she would not talk of them,
how their brush-tip regularity
repelled sleep, made waking cruel.
Days crawled, rest-less, marked
only by feint sun-blind myths
less brutal than real life.
Beyond shivers no-one penetrated
hers, where love retains shy meaning.
Still, she cannot speak of this.
forget me now 