Reject Modernity

The New Gods don't deserve our faith,Who can tend to the Needful,Those who lacked the cool patience,To appreciate mornings,Their endless revolutions,And the sweet sublimity,Of sleeping in on a work day?

Inside I Shall Stay

Rosewood soap,Rough on the skin,Damp and pink with heat,Two candles, citrus, all natural,Burning on the windowsill,Three locks on the door, no solicitors please,And a long, chilled glass of strawberry puree,Mixed in with tart lemonade. The snow falls in thick clusters outside,Swirling and threatening to keep me inside,Ah, so be it - inside I shall stay.

Breakthrough

A breakthrough after all,Done with the bloody tissues,Damp sick-clothes go in the bin,Strip down the very room:Curtains, blankets, sheets, pillows.A replace it with the winter collection:Dark satin and soft cotton,Like eyes closed in contemplation,Illuminated in the secret places. The fever breaks,Only a week of my life stolen,Winter welcomes me again.

Discussions

Sparring philosophies,Cutting words,My tower crumbles,But I twist the knife,And so we both fall toComfortable ignorance.

2022.11.4, vs LB

Stones snap in rhythm,Marking the gentle passing,Of our finite time.

perhaps i’ll lie down

perhaps i'll lie down,look to the sky, and one day,just get over it

moonlit bed

Moonlight bending back,Across this empty pillow,Dark side of the bed.

Unkempt

You liked my hair like this,Roughly tousled, Stiff and splayed about,Treated with cheap shampoo,And what's conditioner, anyway?You'd sleep with my head on your chest,Enveloping me in your softness,While your fingers stroked through the mess,And when I'd wake my hair would be all the worse,Or all the better, depending on your point of view.

Enchanted Castle

I can't help but be impressed,Of your ability to play the part,Of the cruel fairy:Biting, humorless bitch.Chasing your loved onesFar far away,Until it's only you and I,A princess and her enchanted castle,Each longing for a wish,That cannot be said aloud,Or else it would shatter,This mirror-world in which we reside.

A Chilling Wind

A chilling wind blows,Cutting through the empty halls,Of malformed constructs,A lucid nightmare,Wrapped in held breaths,Mutters darkly,Behind our ear.