ebb and flow of prose and verse. shadow work and poetry
dancing in the sun's shadow
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perhaps there is a place for a bristle in the cold wind. me, I'd rather stay my softness under piles of duck duvets. unwind myself for days in the petal-scented memories I yet carry into these golden purple winters,
when the earth sudden floods into surreal largos and I wonder who switches the sky into monsoons, and why.
perhaps instead I can hold holly springs and steep the hawthorn in eau de vie, and like the tincture herbs, distill it down to the heart of me.
tão sensível, tão puro
tão imperdível, tão seguro
como errei em deixar-te
sete horas já passado
depois a faca foi tirado
viste-me com ela, percebeu
como nunca entendeu
era só para seu
para matar os medos teus
when my heart softly sings
the hum crescendoes at each peak
I have just climbed a precipitous mountain of me
I would show you, every spied on high valley
my full heart's terrain
that which I have ascended
when it weeps, i'd offer its tears
to clear the dirt from your eyes
you will forget
darker satin strands entwined around
those long fingers
eyes softened at the moon's reflection, dreaming of some subtler kiss
beckoning to future daydreams
your manifold chambered heart then wrapped in some newer earnest bliss
sweet sensation, her giggle genuine
full dreams, made paper manifest
calligraphy intentions
heart put pen to paper still
did we ever set sail?
loving is easy
in absence of toil, decks savaged by storm
speak once embroiled
that without effort shan't prevail
no matter those hearts' careful measures, documented
submitted in devotion
i am the true altar
more than a vortex, some primal gust
a wind for the dying leaf of thought
i hold the chalice, bear fruit
sacred in daily practice
held carefully in heart cupped palms
through the golden matrix
a wet womb creatrix
seed gifted, light held
sweet scents
floral blossoming, wet wonder if sprayed on sea
your heart beats faster than the wave
slowly, soften with me
the heart remembers my soft features
discovery's wonder
what goddess you may find on lonely beaches
i've been wistful eyed, mind wandering, wanderer
guiding the lost eye with a soft hand
lounging in manifold dreams
propped up in fantascene
i have also been cause for escape
hag faced and broom handed
taken for granted
slept on and sloughed off
why do we live the in minds of men?
his eyes watched, propped up from the car seat
grey green scanning our goodbye, crowning a sweet smile
i held your shoulders with tight fingers
tears gulping to swallow what i knew
the last time I'd see you
oil in the mouth shared between pastry
but I still wish you'd kissed me
the whispering heart knows no expanse
no vast field under portal's fold
no weight diminishes softness within it
sweet breaths dissolve formed filaments, their gentle warmth
a heat against some fevered cold
no time to spend, fare the well
the forms dissolve and we are
light again
there was a life before, and so after
the dividing line carved as the heart breaks, rather than by time
so I reassure myself
this very epoch will one day be the life before
once passed over by another change
when, no longer brittle, this sweet heart is as flooded as love's plain
him so felt, the humidity. the energy. the shape of him gently, slowly. hands touching me. holding my hands, longingly, easily. his love inside me, heart opens me. widely as energy all through me drawing him into me. so open can't do nought but enveloping.
fear melts a puddle between my legs. the enclave of my heart a barricade against the world's weight. unfolding, inside out, to golden paradises. dip him in sweetness as he tenderly touches mine. cervix softens, agape, makes space to gently catch him. his heart beat hung in time.
my heart sweetly sits beneath swords now piled. beats restless to find, sweet air without blades in mind. too soft to remove, those who threw must choose.