Tag Archives: love

Piety

By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.

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Enclosure

She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.

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American Beauty

It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading

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Nephilim

Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.

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Ashprint

Out of the ashes arose nothing recognizable. Embers, in memory, projected a blank sheaf of light to cover the loss.

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Grapple

To constantly grapple with the past feels like strangling a mannequin, your hands sacrificed to false intimacy and the empty reaping of love’s labor by unreal standards.

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Touch

It is the quiet history of touch, tendered through years of symmetry and fable, a radiant pulsing in the spaces between fingers, holy derived, charging us to mercy and enclosure.

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Riversong

Show us where it is you’re dying, the silent ebb and roaring tides of dark, expose to us, with a scalpel’s exactitude, the finite lineage of your deepest wounds and locks, and we promise that the light’s searing of naked … Continue reading

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Thursday’s Child

Wrapped snugly in a blanket of godlight, Thursday’s child indwells the symmetry of tigers burning bright to leave tracks on empty.  

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Proof

With the grave mortal nearness that only distance can bring, we enter the bruised, secret heart of our childhood, a stalker’s negative proof, slow-burned to exposure and fade.

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