sky person

transient flesh

magenta

her spoilt tongue. bruised lips. passionate frailty

wayward thoughts of shame 

waiting in flinch and sawdust 

the eraser of promise never absent 

listening to her dream 

united at the closing of fatality 

when the last domino falls 

the invitation- 

to remind her of loss and tragedy 

of the lover who died, the brother who died, the friend, the father 

mostly, forever young 

the grains of grief embedded in her knees from the many stumbles 

metamorphosis 

one cell at a time separated and became something else 

breathing above stricken hearts and broken souls 

particles move and climb, crossing the celestial equator 

bowing to the equinox 

illustrious lights sailing the atmosphere 

the vision of eternity

of mouth and flesh

Sweating sun 

scorches breath 

under the loom 

of a swelling cloud 

where wetness sizzles 

on cotton flesh 

   

eyes of red   

and violet hue 

cast the nail   

into her thigh 

plunges iron   

of passions will 

gripping thorns 

on rose torn cries 

   

echoes hunt   

mouth and skin 

pulled back from 

her heady call 

pushing down 

the scent she claims 

finding deep 

the ground below 

   

hands that hold her 

to the night 

now the burn 

has dropped from view 

shadows cast 

the dance they share 

across the bark 

of natures realm 

curious hands

she pulled off his wings   

and looked on   

fascinated   

by his struggle   

  

  

then she took his legs   

with such innocent hands   

turning her back   

on his last breath   

  

  

he was already forgotten   

by the time she went outside   

to taste the ashes   

and dig up worms  

Corinthian

the sky is weighted with reminders 

a place where the breeze blows 

from the breath of parting spirits 

and their tears are crystals 

held by kinetic clouds 

prisms colour the grey 

when the sun catches them, unaware 

. 

I remember you more, when I look up 

my life gets stuck in my throat 

in the connect that I feel, beyond view 

your whispers are softer somehow 

gradually moving farther away 

. 

I imagine you are the aurora Borealis 

daughter of the moon 

a fleeting star that shone here for a while 

the blue lightening charge 

shimmering across the earth 

. 

today, you are the summer wind 

autolesiones

waves became straight 

vibrations soothing 

a flat-line in the soul 

i don't know if it's contentment 

or dying 

maybe the fire 

was left to smoulder 

for too long 

and everything became ashen 

it's quiet, 

very quiet 

in the trenches of my cerebrum 

thought gave me time to no longer dwell 

on the hopeless state 

of past mistakes 

future direction became refined 

need was expelled 

it's not a requirement 

i sleep alone now 

the ghosts have gone 

breathing is easy 

and loneliness absent 

whatever i may have thought to be terminal 

was just a state of mind that I spoon fed daily 

we bend out of shape 

until we are broken 

for what we think we need

persuader

fading smiles on snow clad skin 

he left her tied in strings of pain 

beneath the shame of weeping sin 

  

and shadows haunting with Violin 

her days of him are out of reach 

fading smiles on snow clad skin 

  

and face of secrets stretched out thin 

his name is boneless on her lips 

beneath the shame of weeping sin 

  

the breath of lasts in eyes that sting 

a final kiss that died from space 

fading smiles on snow clad skin 

  

her glass is filled with pearls of gin 

she swallows the poison of his parting 

beneath the shame of weeping sin 

  

where winter falls deep and grim 

laying heavy on her slowing heart 

fading smiles on snow clad skin 

beneath the shame of weeping sin 

Outside

you are a slow moving pendulum   

caught-up in my hindsight   

a web tangled misconception   

wrapped around the stem cells   

of every illusion I never want to let go of   

a dream weaver, fighting my nightmares   

    

the seconds falling into dust     

an air spirit between my ribs   

all of the wishes I forgot to make   

because everything else got in the way   

the flesh on my bones, my blood...   

    

skin that tortures so eloquently     

fragile fixation, fading in and out   

sometimes, I am just a ghost   

and you are the tangible part of me   

    

my corporeal weight.  I am immortal   

without those broken parts     

the stars in my veins are still with you