Tag Archives: Beauty
Will wonders never cease to freeze in place Beauty’s corseted voice, how we kiss rain between slats of sunlight and thin air? Advertisements
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?
The party ended and I went to Gillian’s house. I was between places and Gillian was letting me stay with her temporarily, which given our history was a tribute to her character. We had been in a tumultuous three-year relationship, … Continue reading
Within budding nymph, feline arching to court grace– fate of Beauty’s press.
Lush, red, reposing to give Nostalgia its due– Stars wear ghosts for you.
Forlorn, as if the lake rose to meet the moon halfway, as if light on petals, mourned.
The gaze, faraway, fastened to a winter moon– snow to lips, a kiss.
In a ballroom gown, the suicide was delayed– Beauty, will you stay?
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.