If there is one language common to the world, it is the language of affection. Attractions swells, sex sells, motherhood tears the body apart, nostalgia seeps into the soul, heartbreak reverberates in the thrum of our blood as humans continue to love and lose. I’ve been trying to encapsulate those affections that different languages across […]
If there is one language common to the world, it is the language of affection. Attractions swells, sex sells, motherhood tears the body apart, nostalgia seeps into the soul, heartbreak reverberates in the thrum of our blood as humans continue to love and lose. I’ve been trying to encapsulate those affections that different languages across […]
If there is one language common to the world, it is the language of affection. Attractions swells, sex sells, motherhood tears the body apart, nostalgia seeps into the soul, heartbreak reverberates in the thrum of our blood as humans continue to love and lose. I’ve been trying to encapsulate those affections that different languages across […]
If there is one language common to the world, it is the language of affection. Attractions swells, sex sells, motherhood tears the body apart, nostalgia seeps into the soul, heartbreak reverberates in the thrum of our blood as humans continue to love and lose. I’ve been trying to encapsulate those affections that different languages across […]
If there is one language common to the world, it is the language of affection. Attractions swells, sex sells, motherhood tears the body apart, nostalgia seeps into the soul, heartbreak reverberates in the thrum of our blood as humans continue to love and lose. I’ve been trying to encapsulate those affections that different languages across […]
Unfurling poppiesAbove the snowLook likeLittle crimson blood stainsAs thoughA dying manHad walked throughThe white fields.They sway amidst the iceTainting the airWith theFragranceOf rich, dark opium,Like the callings ofForbidden secrets.Like Goddesses that walkThrough fieldsOf AsphodelTo meet a lover,Smoking cigarsRolled of poppy petalsAnd filled with opium seeds.They’ll lie togetherBlowing back smokeOn a scarlet bedStained withWineAnd virginal blood,CoveredWith […]
It feels warmLike a solstice eveWhere the moon hangs lowSmiling likeCheshireFrom Wonderland.There’s a tepid airOf summer yet to comeWhere stars sing spellsThat requireThe roar of a lionBefore the hunt,The rare white strandOn the backOf an auburn foxAnd a vialOf heady desireStirred withThe blood of thingsThat will never come to be.A sultry breezeHas brushedThe nape of […]
The only wayTo ask for a danceIs with flowers.They remind meOf ballgownsAs they bloom,They droopWith the heavy weightOf the petalsAnd sweep the groundIn the beat ofA waltz.They sway in theArms of the breezeTo a triplicate of beats,The stalks dippingIn graceful arcsLike the archOf a ladies backAs she is swept acrossMarble tilesGlowing underCrystal chandeliers.So when you […]
I didn’t know that flowersMight whisper differentSweet nothingsTo those around them.That the pale petals ofMarigold,Would warmThe chill in one’s veinsWhen they drinkThe iced wineOf grief,Tinting memoriesIn the goldOf remembrance,And helpTo thawOctober morningsIn the midst of a souls winter.While at the same time,Adorning the wristsOf a bride.The sunny yellowReminiscent of turmericSmeared on the skinFor vitality,And darknessIn […]
There’s a lovelinessTo wanting,It seeps through skinAnd infuses bloodWith a thundering rushLike the heady thrillOf amber tintedHoneyed alcohol. It runs and trillsIn an ancient songOf longingsAnd desiresForsaken and wateredBy stories of the old. The tears of a GoddessMingle with the spilt bloodOf a mortal loverPainting petals with pearlAnd rubies. The scratches on the backOf a […]