Sta.sh
- She told him once; the evening sky left her in euphoria. The following morning, he wore all black and put stardust in her tea.
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siren i cannot speak without wordssiren by ~HippieHebe
hitching
hiccuping
tumbling into the air,
disappearing, between my lips and your ear.
she still lingers on your bed sheets,
where we once journeyed
to other worlds
venturing between time and space,
flowing as one.
but she unleashed her selfish
curiosity – exotic, uptilted eyes coaxing your shameless lust.
her siren slanted gaze
summoning you to your self destruction.
mute things have been easiermute by ~HippieHebe
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;
we stutter
splutter
laughing and choking
on puns &
when you bend me over nouns
i scream
louder
growl
more fluent.
the words are there waiting to be spoken
me . you . love
my dear, we've been mute
for so long
speak to me.
fugue it never did snow that day butfugue by ~HippieHebe
we awoke to the sound
of falling rain;
the ocean was rising
as we lay there,
our words coasting in the wind.
and we watched
from our nest in the stars
the fugue of me and you
once black
& white
shifting with changing tides.
and like the heart of the ocean
we sank
to a place
where time mattered no more.
the silent bard the ground shiftedthe silent bard by ~HippieHebe
beneath the weight of their hearts
and he said;
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
the temperature dropped, that
time of year, warm days
and cold nights –
the wind whispered
lullaby's
to her.
him.
primitive poetry.
they slipped
away to simple words
and
literary release.
Undone I cannot rememberUndone by *Scarlettletters
what she wore that night,
or the smell of the moon
at her wrist,
or the blur of her cheek
grazing the pillow.
I cannot recall details
of her voice -
what was said
or promised
once the heat of July
nested in the curve
of my tongue
and pressed back
her hesitation.
But I remember the shock -
the last tremor
of bricks and skin
carving an arc
into our breathing,
shaking the walls of her room
and the sound of the world
coming undone.
manhood he's a nakedmanhood by ~KaitForest
waning body structure
that implodes in the night
look at the spectacle in
the sky, you've never seen a more beautiful
unbecoming
