sanctum

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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

thaw

screenshot_2016-05-03-07-05-14-1-1.pnga dancer,

stilled on blades of ice

collecting the rhythm to a symphony of breaths far below

for she,

with eyes resistant to a world

can find such a place as barren as she

to power

to ignite

forgotten steps thawed in the dance

silent little daggers

to her breast with fire they stake

wanting simply to be remembered

simply seen

simply undressed

in she

 

 

once upon a time

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a manic moon

she bleeds the night

 

jealous of the stars

that play hide and seek

too far to reach

from she

perched there

upon her hour glass

 

stones rise from shallow graves

chasing

chasing

no sandman in sight

 

stones laughing

chasing

chasing

perfect pitch

dead center

each one sticks

 

a manic moon

she bleeds the night

jealous of the stars

drunk on her light

 

 

~coffee syrup kisses~

take me back to 

ice cream cones 

in bistro chairs 

where our 

happily ever after 

began its love affair 

where a northern wind 

in its subtle state

whisked away fears

drying silent tears

that day when  

nothing or no one 

could quite capture 

our very visible rapture 

as coffee syrup kisses grew wings 

climbing to meet the raven 

our solitude, our haven 

~holiday~

let us take holiday on the moon 

whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy 

floating to a magician’s tune 

won’t you build me a swing 

slowly sing to me 

that song you like to sing 

for then we shall fly 

collecting constellations 

barefoot in a night sky 

whisper sweetly like you do 

as the stars giggle 

when my cheeks change hue 

let us take holiday on the moon 

with no thoughts 

of ever returning soon