when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
so take your time, love by YouInventedMe, literature
Literature
so take your time, love
I will wait for you like spring
here
on the other
side
of frozen
silence
and dissipating
fog
here
at the end
of those
hardscrabble days
paused
in hushed awe
at your blooming
at the delicate
grace
the luminescent
kaleidoscopic
shape
you press up
through the oft
salted earth
there will come a
time
(for you)
to harvest
but for now
soak up these
quiet mornings
sun-kissed
and purring
the air
redolent
unlearning
storms and
seasons
that sought to
sublimate
your growth
renew your hopes
you are not
their
scattered seeds
you are
the flowers
you have
planted
october is a place
unlike every other, in that
the parts of us that die there
have never left it
and likely never will
because the cool and damp
of autumn’s dawn
drives our wary roots deeper;
a strange gravity
pulling us heavier
by simply redirecting our growth
downward
there is a place i carry with me
everywhere i go,
where the dead and living
have more in common
than not
this is where we take
where our sense of loss
continues to take
by simply redirecting
our need to be needed
downward
here is where we take
where a severed limb
of everyone i’ve ever been
still beckons, reaching outward
from each end
here is where we’
She wore him like winter -
dull pants and socks,
jacket spun like sleet -
cold as a cistern.
Jacket buttons - dull beatitudes
mumbled by homeless ashes
and those too lost to breathe.
And she shook him off -
dropped him to the floor;
all his shadows
sighing with his weight,
collapsing in upon her.
The Night is crimson,
A pomegranate, knife-riven,
Cane-sweet and dripping;
A girl under the shady leaves of Granada:
And I fall for her,
I even fall into her,
My teeth melting into her watery pulp,
Covering her cool naked darkness
Like a cage of shady pleasure.
The Night is,
And when she gives
Her tongue to rhyme
In a labyrinth of thee and thine,
Glissandos, opens wide,
She opens, pouring
Her heart in ruby drops of bliss.
My arboresque arms
Hold the world,
And with my branches outstretched,
I take the girl’s starry fruits
All at once
And
Hubble bubble, toil and trouble,
Raindrops scattered on vertebrae rubble.
Ribcage specked with stardust gold,
Nails stretch skin as sheets unfold.
Ink-stained iris galaxies glow;
Tears to trace the fault lines flow,
As hot and drunk on kisses leaked,
Brushstroke skies rain freckled cheeks.