vampyr

when the clock stops moving and the earth is full

midnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite

magick returns me,

letting down its hair

flirting in the onyx

rolling cross my tongue

patient lips float in slipstreams wake

a tapestry of chiffon

and unequivocal grace

undressing in the liquid of time

til dawn’s flicker of sun

Bloodstream – Stateless

exhale

the words take breath along her secret scroll

as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul

fermenting the chaos from a thousand eyes of day

til darkness hushes all, hearkening but one pair to stay

waning the tides of dark and of bright

battling there in eyes swelled in the stillness of night

trimming quite reluctantly unkept thoughts to the quick

burning burning burning down to midnight’s wick

all as moon gods unfold a heart’s silken stole

for words to take breath along her secret scroll

OPEN ME SLOWLY – RENA JONES

fuse

at horizon’s last dance

i clench the sun

with unfettered wings

in waning stance

no great rush to touch the void

too much ado adjoining burns

with such a choice subject to learn

each yearn shall find its voice in turn

in ethereal parade

cluttering the sky

the dreams and fears

of pilgrimages forlorn collide

whispers of elpis ride the night

betwixt petals and diamonds

as a coronation of jewels take flight

even when asleep

our lips be pursed

we’ll tell a tale bereft of verse

blue wind

weave me between the weeds of your sea

lapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleas

let us babble in the salty brine

getting lost in the dawn

find our freedom amid the salamanders

get drunk on the blue wind

and find our way home

sanctum

beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me

for it is there

among borrowed ears

the cadence of you,

of i

falls freely

beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands

those leaves, an artistic blend of hues

lent by the color of our words

birthed from our woes, our joys

now drip dropping in tiny doses

a repertoire of moments

gifts caressed from our swollen lips

beneath this our found sanctum

a secret place, a perfect hiding spot

where treasured scribing

and whispers in the wind

hold a love affair in soft reverie

infused within the veins of its hollow

beyond distances they traveled

weathered testaments of time

reaching for the sun

how they glow

how it flows

upwards

outwards

reflecting within

beneath our tree

where my lungs come back to me

Listen to me read Sanctum 


union

take my hand

follow the narcissus plea

to run wild in unkept forests

to stilled breath in gardens

beneath the trees

take my hand

in the union of water and earth

where lyrics that burn within

speak to giants, and wander into your dreams

Wild Geese: A Poem by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

Listen to me read Wild Geese

colors

deep in my earth your words survive

there beneath

the ageless,

the night,

the moon’s silken eyes

deep in my earth your words quietly stroke

a palace of blues,

of grays,

of an artist reborn

as a lover awoke

Colors – Black Pumas
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