i am at one with a morose mist
it creeps over, draping
it’s moist tendrils
merge, shaping
shivered fingertips
to settle
on prostrate limbs
so inviting this mellow of
malleable depths
..
lament not
these quagmired proclivities
i chose this home of drawbridge splinters
of fenland, forest and fortress
to nestle your frigid winters
and linger in murky,
mired martyrdom
a stagnant slimed moat
together beneath ice sheet
our cloistral bodies still float
to examine the acoustics of silence
consider the space between heartbeats
devoid of decibels
my fingertips a stethoscope
your steady vibration, my cue
–
perhaps now hold your breath
your sanguine streams may calm
i’ll seek a shudder, then pause
savouring stillness, for love
be our cause
–
those moments mute between whispers
will deafen as crisp delight
as eyelids fall in deft quietude
under tranquil glow of our first night
–
even the alley dogs
ever alert under window ajar
will be lulled by
a stagnant blue moonlit sky
for between the hushed evening breeze
exist the piercing silences
of you
of I
…
Inspired, with gratitude, by the phrase “acoustics of silence”as penned by Christine at
I have all the time in the world
for you
Which is to say
I’ve found a little fertile patch of ground
Sheltered from the sear of the day
And there place, with gentle press
You, single seed
In state of pre-pumule* undress
..
But the early spring
Is cooler
than most
And the frigid ground
a near inhospitable host
for your translucent roots
..
So you turn from my hesitant gaze
You course through weeds,
their maze
a convolute of root and thorn
such wayward course, I try to warn
..
you
wilted shoot
I shall not mourn
*The plumule is the part of a seed embryo that develops into the shoot bearing the first true leaves of a plant.
how have I ever been able to call anywhere else home
when home is here
enveloped in your tantalizing valleys
your fertile undulations
invite lush thought
empty years
traversing empty
to find you in suffocating winter
dormant, cracks permeating ice crusted lakes
branches bare, devoid of bud
patience now my sweet
as ever close, our time to meet
then to part these mists that choke
and sweet spring
our love invoke
dismal morning you came too soon
with tentative glare you shrouded the moon
casting acid on this heart of mine
contented in shadows
allergic to shine
cowering ever from daylight divine
dare I step into the fleeting bright?
when all I have known is velvet draped night
nay, let me retreat to the calm of dark pure
for the void is my mistress
her iced fingers
my
lure
you elevate me
transecting cloud tufts
ice crystals with jagged tips
brush skin, so unaccustomed
to this maiden flight
with fistfuls of feathers
i grip your Icarus wings
my essence you bare
a blinding
penumbral flare
let us climb higher to taunt
the feeble winter sun
solar warmth shall fuse,
into one
our waxen hearts
molten,
bespoken…
Why do I reblog … for selfish purposes!
So that I may revisit these delicious morsels someday. Kavi Jezzie speaks my truth, which is idealism trying to find roots in an arid world. Thank you …..
If you live From love As love With love You do not need any religion You do not need to awaken Or change anything If all your action in this world Is rooted in love’s truth You do not need to find your purpose For you are the purpose But the love I speak of […]
