A sapling found
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
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Listening to shadows
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
Thanksgiving for an exposed sinner
The darkness eats reflections of the warmth from candlelights and dinner served inside the house he used to call his home; he tried in vain to mend the holes; with […]
At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
Once he was the morningstar.
Once the morningstar, a harbinger of dawn his skin’s a woman’s, alabaster bright he rose, beloved, outshining other stars His voice, a gospel, tempting, kissed, the sky eclipsed the night […]
