a rabbit moon wanes against the lavender malaise of petty flower stalks; my body spills beyond the evening sorrows, and disappears into moonlight.
a swallowtail sun stabs the ochre sequestering of weary fig leaves; my body prescinds the dayspring melancholia, and melts into sunlight.
is that how i exist? loved only in one way? loved solely on the
elusive border of wheat tails
and fern fronds? violet-tongued
and orange-lipped?
white light drips from nothing skies and i wonder, oh i wonder... to be loved! to be loved in multitudes! to be loved as intricately as mycelia sits like a clump of lace at the throat of damp soil!
should i cry? should i collect those languishments in my palms?
opulent and dainty pearls of
longing are all they are...
all they are... belonging to
the ocean, all they are.
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wildflowering
PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...
