True LoveYou will either love me
For who I am
Or hate me
For whom I am not.
Seizing BeautySeize beauty with both your hands
Don't let go. Make it yours.
SurvivorMud soaking the knees of my jeans
Face turned as flower
Basking in the glorious sun
I am Alive!
whispers of undoing . . .
the atmospheres have whittled down your hours to their knobs
while i auscultate against your breast
to listen for Omega.
you are some Lethean angel
wingless, bloodied and cadmium coloured
mired with filthy tongue and blessed
with wind-up theories
of foreign origins;
for you don't come from hollow bones
i see the flourish of your hopes, and mine, a crushing multitude
we spend into the scarcity
with phantom lives we'd live and die
and live again.
forgetting i remade myself, i reach for infant memories
and so they spider off the lines
that chase behind their nullity; a fire, a grave in all dimensions;
dead and gone
in this one.
if only you could breed away
this mortal bent
madly rebirthing a race from your sepals
'till the moon was full pitch
spilling of your white.
will you catch up in the night on astral limbs
ambiguated eyes in chime-less wind
in hopeless permanence?
but we yearn to move and to undress
the arc fr