spilling my heart
When i died long ago
Bring me hemlock and holly berries,Nightshade and aconite.There is a funeral growing in my mindBury my hands, my heart and my headConsume meHide me in the mosaic shadowsOf leaves rustling on old oaksHear my name on the high windsAnd in the hungering howls of wolvesEmbrace me
Press your face closer. What red lips you have and eyes of hyacinth blue beneath your folded brows.Each lingering moment brings you closer, to closer gaze you linger longerTo catch a fleeting glimpse of a familiar stranger. Each marching beat, falls a bit shorter, speeds up or stays, easier each dayto say, 'I am not you. I am.my own master.' And to say, come closer, my love, my sweet one, I only begin when beginnings are done.
No one lives here
No one stood upon the stairNo one breathed a sighAnd no one stared from unseeing eyesAnd whispered as you passed byA daffodil left by a window sillA sparrow laid broken and bare;it''s tiny beating heart now still,Yet no one said beware.But when the day has wandered far, and night crawls down the sky, someone waits in the dark, for the last flickering light to die.
Under the bed
The arch of your feet, dainty and sweet, like a sliver of moon against the dark floor, makes my blood beat and slither to meet your siren call.I trace the shape that you make, the dip of your spine, where you would have felt mine and wonder that monsters could love after all.
The delicate trill of a moth's screamTells me the witching hour is near.You shall dance at the foot of my bed,Your hair shall mingle with mine.We do not need the quiet of the woodsNor the quiet of the nightQuiet is the fawn among the reedsWe are things of teethThat gleam in the moonlight
A white rabbit with white hair, lies with a wolf shaggy and bare. Light and dark, soft and hard. Never was there a sight to compare.
I have left my dreams behind
Colour prisms screening by, falling through the endless skies.Down into the seas below, shatter as they hit the shoals.Be brave enough to turnTo gather dreams left asternTo swim through the breaking wavesThough it may take endless days
Consume my lips and let me breathe my voice into youI have been bowed too long.The creak of my body as I unbend hymns through your templeLoud, louder still, till you are on your knees in supplicationMen are only gods after deathBut I am mortal temptationAnd you are no longer my religion
I come by midnight My cloak of stars and nebula sing the song of spheres high into the universeI place my hands over God's eyes, and blind, he does not seeAll the ways mortal men rise to greet me, who delights in the darkling ways of darkness in their hearts. Light me aflame with stolen fire, there are always secrets, sweet in the folds of the dark.
Waking, the streets I wander. In the mist I ponder life's asymmetry.Is it no wonder that in this exchange of hearts, mine was the larger lost, the lesser left? A broken heart isn't what it used to be.