a day

Born from Ashes by Ketixrei
Born from Ashes by Ketixrei via DeviantArt.com

it burns
fierce and brilliant
scorching every surface
inside and out
engulfed completely
for eternity
or just a day
until it finally dims
falling
down
to a fine silken dust
with magic daring enough
to stand against
a storm
raging winds, torrential rain
the wicked clap of
fate’s thunder
shaking it into thin
hills and valleys
tributaries of God’s anger
opening in the cracks
filling with the dark rain
of days gone
but when the clouds part
something stirs from within
a thing born without
fear or pain
simply awakening
a fluttering that presses ashes
into wings
glowing like ropes of sunshine
lighting up
the dark
coaxing itself loose
free
to open it’s wings
in fluid breaths
sending death
to the wind
with a flurry of hopes
dreams
and
wonder
gone
but not without leaving
scars
behind

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forehead kisses

 

unknown artist, found on Tubmlr

in the ungrateful grip of
life’s swelling stress
the obligatory demand to be
useful, responsible, helpful
kind

my mind is a hot swarm
of angry darkness
diluted only by anticipation

a hope

that your gaze might quiet
the storm behind my eyes

that your soft, warm kiss
might press peace inside

that your firm, gentle hands
might offer escape
from that brutal
prison
I lock myself
inside
to keep the world safe
from my wicked
black
truth

hold me hard

kiss me savagely

fuck the thoughts away

but make me ok
with that gentle
purposeful
persuation
of a kiss given only to

the cherished

the adored

the precious

your reward will be
beyond
words

the cocktail of us

Holding Down the Fort
by cookiekhaleesi via DeviantArt.com

my dark, your light
mixing and melting in
the chill of night or
the waking breath of day
the intoxicating scent of
you and me
heaven and earth
brittle at the edges
but soft, warm and sweet
like chocolate chip cookies
in the comfort of
pillows and fur
the warmth of your arms
and the bliss
of giggles
broken only by sighs
restlessly wriggling inside
our bubble
set away
from obligation
fear and noise
drinking in the
luscious
amalgam of
your dark, my light
I’ll take it all
in
careful
hungry
sips

Let me stay drunk
as long as I can

Melody

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Under-A-Full-Moon-s-Canopy-151631032

the song is strung from the rafters
harmonies hung in
curtains that brush my skin
as I dance beneath
their weight
it is the dash of moonlight
that stings my eyes
he knows, that wise
beautiful moon
he sees all and hears everything
even my damning thoughts
but if I cling
tether myself beneath this
canopy of life’s simple
sounds
bask inside the swell
of a symphony of
family
perhaps this game
of hide
and seek
can continue
maybe I can evade
his violent gaze
and dance
to my melody
another
day
turn it up
louder than my fear
and watch me
escape
myself

Put your heart away

Heart Locket 2 by hot-hot-heat
Heart Locket 2 by hot-hot-heat via DeviantArt.com

with your back turned
eyes and mouth
closed
to hold in your
truth
your desperation
careful now
the pieces are fragile
even where you’ve
cut others
with its crystalline
blades
don’t let them
puncture
your spirit
but
tuck it all
back inside
close it up
put it away
don’t feel, don’t cry, don’t breathe

you don’t need

a heart

anyway

touch speak

the angry black
truths
swirling deep inside
my voiceless soul
rest willingly
beneath
your tenderness
touch me
press your love
into my skin
with the brush
of fingertips
light as feathers
the work they do
there
here
oh, everywhere
will never be seen
but the ripple
beneath the surface
is an undercurrent
flush with
medicine
to cure the mute
heated
and sped
throughout me
give me the reason
to ignore
my own
hateful thoughts
wrap me
in want
don’t grip me
in fear
my turbulent heart
is starved
for
your gentle hand
touch me
kiss me
find me
and I
will say
everything

Just a glimpse

I stood on the deserted beach watching jagged, angry shards of ice, deposited by the waves, stack up on each other.

Like brittle, living panes of glass just waiting for a pair of feet to shred.

It was brutally cold and every breath hurt to take in. The thick velour scarf my mother had given me before she died sat frozen at my lips. My fingers inside my wool mittens had gotten too stiff to feel.

I worried for a moment that I might not make it back inside.

But I had to see.

His ship broke open the cove just as the sun made a sliver of fire on the horizon. The ice cover on the bay wasn’t thick, so I knew they would only make one pass.

He stood, behind the rail, alone. A lantern hung by his side. His breath sent plumes of vapor up into the first light of morning. And the breaking sun made the sliver of skin visible around his eyes glow.

My heart pummeled against the inside of my breast.

He lifted a gloved hand to his mouth, pulling the fabric loose so that I might see his smile. It was too far to see properly, really. But my memory colored his lips and made the silver in his whiskers glimmer.

I waved and giggled. I wonder if the sound made it to his ear. I imagined it could, somehow, and whispered my love into the wind.

I watched until I thought I might break.

But I knew I would do it again tomorrow, if it wasn’t too cold. A glimpse was better than nothing. It was enough to stoke the fire in my belly.

Enough to warm me through another day.

Was it was the same for him?

I wonder.