the opposite of melancholia the flavor of missed things never known is ripe like fallen fruit, unclaimed heavy with unspent sweetness soft against hungry teeth
first date
dedicated to war by name vivere militare est smiling, at ease at parade rest as we spoke laughingly
the dull, empty place
in the dull, empty place words drop like stones no echo, no need thumping heavy to ground small puff of dust the only evidence nothing left to say pretending to be obtuse so… how are you as if it is unknown sorry, i’ve been busy you know how it is yes, indeed how could i not you keep telling me spending time with that which matters two weeks vacation such a busy life once upon a time you asked how long i thought i would love you i told you until i died or until you broke my heart in […]
honeysuckle thorns
honeysuckle thorns sweeter than respite sharp as death they dig deep whispering comfort heavy blossoms drifting gently careful, cutting edges beautiful, razor flowers i hold them in my heart
Shandala’s Lament
“We are bound,” he said to me his voice, gentle, his touch, tender in it, all fear of joining, lost great sigh of relief and thankfulness its wind stirring hope which had all but died fanned it to full and flickering flame I accepted the truth of his saying found the delicate knot of it within cradled in every moment since deep delight for its presence a redemption i never thought to know many clouds have passed over the shared sky since that instant in which hope rekindled moments of anger in which we cut one another limping apart to […]