My save haven.
Ravens and Doves are welcome.
The poetry & prose say it all. My own personal renaissance.
A time of development.
An enlightenment of age.
Anchors deep in the pits of hell
Pupils grow and swallow me whole
Stroke my skin
Water pours from my heart as the camera rolls
And the way the waves slam from shore to shore
You won’t notice my passion until I am graceful, no more
When I’ve slain your heart like the beasts of lore
Leave you writhing and quaking in your very core
The submersion of the age in filter
The light dancing against your bare flesh
The hollow prances, leaving your shorts akilter
Its impressive movements across your mesh
Flicker and bummer
Whistle and hummer
Berries breaking, yummer
The trees sigh in the decaying winds
The thistles become thin
The leaves falling, to the concrete, whispers of chagrin
So long to the greens and blues
We welcome the colder hues
Of a harsher rue than the rouge of summer
And ask, “What’s left to do?”
Take the teeth from the beast
So it won’t bite the hand that feeds
Leave it alone, let it feast,
and the ancients will decide what it needs…
If you can bear it
Pop tea lights on your coffee warmer, leaving the wicks in & sprinkle herbs in them. (x)
In shimmering skin and glistening eyes
We reach for each other in the night
Welcoming the sun’s gentle reprise
The moonlight tickled your skin
and your sunlit pinks and yellows were hidden
In the feint glow of fright,
we danced deep into the night…
And I fell into your grasp, as you held me tight…