Intoxicant.
A vanilla-scented
ruminant.
I dreamt
of faraway
shores.
I am unknown to you, here,
in the high winds, kiting.
Aloft, hiding,
in plain view,
my rushing whisper
drifts downward
Anastasia, at rest,
the dancelight is blue,
closed fist, she raises it,
thumbing her nose
A glorious supper,
the final feast…
as the roots burrow
and decompose
the “Me.”
The old girl
of fourteen summers
stood facing
the wind.
One thousand cuts,
drip-dry, spot-by-spot…
I haven’t bled to death,
but I am so, so tired
of hearing the thunder
from those anguished drops.
Pull your oar
from the muck,
where stayed
in static,
you’d been
stuck.
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
Many thousands
of miles below
those icy kingdoms,
where hope freezes
and sticks against
metal things, Continue reading “Many Thousands of Miles”
Hemp rope, bind
the chafing-tether,
tight to the stem,
and other-ended,
snugly wrist-wound,
make the scar tissue
crack and bleed,
regardless of whether
each move was gentle
or as light as a feather. Continue reading “The Anguish Cup”
I am spellbound by you, Héloïse.
The warmth of your gentle hand
lingers on my cheek. Continue reading “Spellbound”