I
believed, and that was the first and only mistake choice I needed to make. You
Category: Poetry and Noetry
You
are soft down slumber and waking dream, the air that fills my lungs and the breath I can never
Subduction
Our fault lines shifted, your tectonics drawing hot lava from my veins, and in our orogenesis, mountains formed between us.
I came…
…just now… with a moan and a sigh, taut and shivering, bowed in a rippling shudder of thunder-white heat, drenched and quivering in my own liquid lightning, with a flood… Read more »