I’m strung out on the filament of your love
Bound between your lips and your lies
Wrapped in the chill of your exhale.
Category: Poetry
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Cousins
Did you know, little one, that in the bright cusp of summer, when the sun was low but the grass still warm, your mother communed with fairies?
She drank tea from snapdragon cups while the fairies spun her hair into a gold plaited crown before she sat on her ivy throne and held court with the snails and ladybugs.
Your mother whispered to the butterflies, so the fairies turned her eyes into stars and her lips into the moon — because only the night sky can tell secrets to the insects that sleep on roses.
And dear one, on slow August nights when the wind slips across your skin like thick velvet and the sun is yawning low in the sky, you can still hear the song she taught the crickets.
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Melancholia
My phone buzzes with a volley of text messages that light the darkened room with a harsh glow.
Angry, stubborn, brutal words paint the screen, each jockeying for precedence against each other. Sharp consonants and long vowels that extend innocuous words into a written curse.
They settle into my heart like a thousand cuts. Alone, they’d be a simple bruise that heals overnight. Together they leave leather scars amongst the other ties that bind me together.
And still, the phone buzzes.
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Stardust
There are truths buried so deep within the Earth that time has washed away all traces.
We are left with only the memories that reside in the dust of our souls.
Whispering tissue
Wonderment strewn on their face
Echoes of childhood
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Dreaming
Hand-stitched quilts and faded letters lay in the dusty boxes of my attic. The yellowed tape flakes when pulled open.
Fragmented memories flutter in the dust motes and cloud my mind like tangled wildflowers.
Your long fingers. Your knitting needle. Dried lavender. Rose gardens bereft with aphids.
The plastic smell of your favorite lawn chair.
Hair curlers and embroidered handkerchiefs.
You’re lost in time and space, but I have your nose and my daughter has your boisterous laugh, so somehow we found you, too.
And the blanket smells like lavender.
And your “L’s” look like mine.
Last night I talked to you in a dream.
Tonight your blanket lays on my bed because you were worried I was cold.
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Bodies
1920’s cozy fantasy WIP. Think Divine Rivals meets Indiana Jones in New York City. Name is open for suggestion.
A smudged morning sky
Makes me think of the bruises
You left on my soul
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Stellify
She was water.
With hair as smooth as sand and skin as incandescent as mist, her waves were fierce and wild, her wrath cold, and her depths immense. But the treasures laid deep within her azure folds kept her chest filled with voyagers vying for her love.
Skin of diamonds, shroud of black, and hair as silver as the moon.
He was the night.
He loved his Goddess. Adorning her neck with a hundred constellations, he soothed her tempests with delicate consistency. In return, she drowned his worries and quenched his thirst.
When her waters are calm, and his stars are bright, the two become one.
And that is where heaven lay.
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Liar
Work in Progress. 1950’s historical fantasy thriller.
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