~nylons, silk, fire and bone

I could swim in lucid imagery about an “us” that wasn’t

such indulgence would be narrative folly

… as dream states revealing coffins

where those who knew died themselves awake

to warn me of snakes behind a door

wound uncoiled in my mother’s buried and rotten womb

edging close to this chapter almost closing

while dark ones hold candles dripping blood no one can see

no one knows of them

Time circles as mundane consumes another breath

memories of flowers and words of tenderness

hollow and falling to the floor

seeping sanguine ties into the ground

a broken guitar and a lock of hair

Allington’s stone bridge covered in ivy

a past life memory so clear yet so blurry

who were you? … I followed you…

we missed our entwining

Persistently visioning that day, it was cloudy in Kent..

Yet, that was then and this is Now..

I have followed an essence for centuries

Perhaps it was alignment with my own soul I craved…

Delta shores sunsets and bayou daze

elongated vowels and skeleton keys are tossed about

bones and feathers and warm light

easing…. easing… shift .. easing

enduring the grip of imaginings that are clouds

not real at all

re-membering myself

as you say

"Always hold me close in your heart ok?"

silently wishing it had been my illusion

who had asked such a thing

I built him of bones and memories and wishes

What is real holds me when I sleep at night

through the nausea and bloodstains

bones crack and splinter as the façade falls away

I long for Kent…. and the smell of jasmine

we always want what we cannot have until we have it

we fall in love with the mirror

like small caged birds with a toy looking glass on a chain

open the door it is coming

easing ….

into flight

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