Saturday, 16 May 2020

moonchild

shock waves across her
slow dancing shoulders
all meaningless because
we cared to never
be careful.

and with broad tears
filled with narrow discipline

we saved each drop of rain
that filled the old bucket
on our new torsos. 

wild waters dowsing
a part towards their own wells
with a feather to erupt
even the slightest 
lonely
spell.

this time i end;
She begins.



grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...