Tag Archives: lovers
Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring. (Artwork by Mark Rothko) Advertisements
Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste. (Photo by Brassai)
A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other: I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
The small, dark, wet comma clefting our words, is the bated riddle of love on God’s silver tongue.
There is no waiting, not really. Only bated suspension between commas, axles and imports; the spaces between lovers lie in fertile fields fed by small gods and nameless faeries who, by sacred squalls of weeping, consecrate the soil’s underlying reap. … Continue reading
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.
Hymn, inside Her, by which lovers pass hale music, and fire, through a needle’s hallowed eye.
Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.
Distance, the middle ground between lovers locked in psychic undress; a ritual burlesque exposing wounds, we reverse course and seed safe harbors at the expense of metaphor and masks; intimacy skinned to savor a new course, near to grace, unfiltered.