repines

close your eyes as you let the Universe lift its gentle finger to your lips; there are a little too many elephants in this room.

once upon a humdrum night, I let the wolf in he taught me his way: the way of huffing and puffing I guess naïvety makes a fine mortar, because now my house rests in pieces, courtesy of the lesson and the final blow on his way out.

i am no part; your breaths keep time and space ragged. you are arriving: smirk on your shadow speaks, dirt in the meadow leaps up from earth. i see the ivy meet, twist off your undersized sandals, keep pressure where preciousness flew. you like the way the path echoes, i am no part. you are held: cold in the woozy eve freaking out, wondering how the barks constrict. i see the scent tempt, soft in the creases of devotion, of pure indiscretion, of hemp. you like the waver of constellations, i am no part. you are left: gasping, contorting, rashly prying, stung like dying is the best love. I see symmetry hoping this holds, beckoning slow waves

by all the gods, is she lovely— the sweetest lullaby i have ever heard. and her fingertips soothe this raging nightmare which roars inside, a decaying dragon that one too many knights have slain. if i could worship at her feet i would. alas, her temple is guarded by pale clouds and a witch's moonlight; only ravens may find their way into her tower and break her chains with a featherweight kiss. i do not feel her embrace every time the darkness whispers. no, it is only when the ice in my veins burns hotter than the sun and my voice is lost in the supernova that hides itself behind a black hole. it is only then that she is there,