Rhythm through the clouds to her Heaven.

She is biblical. Her name constantly kisses the edge of my mind like the wind on my skin, I enjoy every sensation of her matter, from rise to set, she is my sun, my grass, the earth beneath my feet. Incredible life is hers, a smile that brings angels to tears, the trees to their knees, armies to rest, the ocean to peace, she is … Continue reading Rhythm through the clouds to her Heaven.

I’ve been there before.

I don’t believe you. You test the waters of my affections daily, balancing me off a tightrope at your whim. While my heart is slowly wading & singeing the thread of my shirt, burning into my breast pocket, soaking in the fire that is the fury of my passion. You say you’re afraid, but why only now? Why not then, why not then when 24/7 … Continue reading I’ve been there before.

Don’t be stupid, this shit ain’t a fucking fairytale.

And grace escorts the brutality of her beauty. And says to her no fruit shall be sweeter than the seeds of dedication he plants in her name. And by day and night he brings her the sun and moon, he is hers and no longer his own. And they wonder if this is forever, whether curtain call draws close or never whether life’s lies and … Continue reading Don’t be stupid, this shit ain’t a fucking fairytale.

For Him – (act 2 : The Ouroboros)

Stability feels like silence, calm, solitude. It feels like a shallow pool of peace, without a ripple of intense feeling an ocean of longing and belonging to an energy separate from my own and a celestial power. A tailored counterpart. This gift, this presence, entity, compels [passion], fused with a sort of grace that dances with the devil. A sort of storm that washes away … Continue reading For Him – (act 2 : The Ouroboros)