Enjoy,
Owl
----------------------
A Reckoning
cold hunted
through the little forts in the walls,
chilling mice that murmured
on the periphery of our bed.
we heard their lonely memories
above our whispers, and pretended
the candle on the nightstand,
shivering beside us,
was the last dram of a tiger,
defiant in our shared orange gaze.
we touched that night
as if our fingers were lava
and we would wake forever as one,
inscribed on the windy side
of some tragic mountain.
our kisses
offered the smallest of antidotes
to the prolific snow.
our hips limned an equator of desire,
turning away from the jaws
of an insatiable February.
this home, our galleon, had been
among the constellations too long,
much older than the gyres
in our fingertips.
we knew the sharp logic of the stars
would pour through our bedroom windows,
vengeful as leaks
in a reckless container.
it was fated, possessive,
that we would merge in troubled sleep,
sensing the silken frost
bind hardbitten trees
under shoals of dragons in torn skies,
practicing their claws.
------------------------------
------------------------------
8/7/25 changed a few words
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment