there are worlds to be seen without the
embrace of one, excise the faults
out of wounds we have given, extract the tears
from each other’s flesh and discover
yet among discoveries a gist of truth and
a trace of laughter that hymn the loneliness
of my veins and bones, with sadness
the space widens and in it i gravitate,
our souls halted in babel, our blood found
a harbor in the reminiscence of lost moments
bruised and battered by the sigh of an
ancient yearning, its roots gnawing deep
unto my ground, there are worlds to be seen
never without the embrace or eyes of one ~ you.
persephone | sonnet twenty seven
latitudes ache for the unjaded, unguarded
molecules of dawn that spill over my crushing
longing, twisting in the sigh of such grand,
intimate humanness of your calm, intrepid
voice that call upon me before i close my
eyes and i wander in open, immense
wilderness hunting for the scent that
you give life to…you are Persephone after all ~
not to be reduced to a muse but the cause
alone of growth and the mother of spring
clutching to my sanity yet ready to lose
it once more for an idle and impeccable
touch that resemble the hands of rain
as it burns ~ consumed by shadows.
molecules of dawn that spill over my crushing
longing, twisting in the sigh of such grand,
intimate humanness of your calm, intrepid
voice that call upon me before i close my
eyes and i wander in open, immense
wilderness hunting for the scent that
you give life to…you are Persephone after all ~
not to be reduced to a muse but the cause
alone of growth and the mother of spring
clutching to my sanity yet ready to lose
it once more for an idle and impeccable
touch that resemble the hands of rain
as it burns ~ consumed by shadows.
persephone | sonnet twenty six
winter emerges scathed by the ardent longing,
fuming rage, tempestuous fire that
your hands nurtured, impressions of us
precipitate after a dark age of absence
and desolation, my words fueled by
the necessary ache i gather from what
we once had, sustained by a trace of breath,
an iota of unsaid glances that hurl itself
in my slumber, the savage, forceful, unremitting
muse that cage my heart solemnly inside
her palm, mourning for madness lost
under the lamina of your peace and grace,
seeking no other mouth but yours to caress
the skin that cloak my naked desire.
fuming rage, tempestuous fire that
your hands nurtured, impressions of us
precipitate after a dark age of absence
and desolation, my words fueled by
the necessary ache i gather from what
we once had, sustained by a trace of breath,
an iota of unsaid glances that hurl itself
in my slumber, the savage, forceful, unremitting
muse that cage my heart solemnly inside
her palm, mourning for madness lost
under the lamina of your peace and grace,
seeking no other mouth but yours to caress
the skin that cloak my naked desire.
persephone | sonnet twenty five
blood in my veins and arteries throb
and the unforbidden resolve thrusts
itself up my throat, killing me a hundred
times at least, before the fear of
losing you disintegrate and dissemble
in the beaten path we once called sacred;
how does a heart survive the fall, how does
it resurface after asphyxia, how can it
resemble the pure, unaltered form you sought
and held it in, when my mouth is dry
from this improbably thirst, the ache ascends
and the intensity assumes the hue of crimson lust
my nerves tremble and my muscles disappear
in a cross, a chasm, a conundrum.
and the unforbidden resolve thrusts
itself up my throat, killing me a hundred
times at least, before the fear of
losing you disintegrate and dissemble
in the beaten path we once called sacred;
how does a heart survive the fall, how does
it resurface after asphyxia, how can it
resemble the pure, unaltered form you sought
and held it in, when my mouth is dry
from this improbably thirst, the ache ascends
and the intensity assumes the hue of crimson lust
my nerves tremble and my muscles disappear
in a cross, a chasm, a conundrum.
persephone | sonnet twenty four
trapped inside the machinations of departure
my heart offers an alpha rhythm, only that
i am wide awake, staring blankly at
what has been lost and what was never found
a communion of spirits, our sighs and blinks
construct an inescapable archipelago of
history and familiarity, each thread
devoured by the lack of exclamation points
this is about you ~ the cause of spring and
bearer of life, this is about you and
our unspoken algebra ~ a mystery, a quest,
a delirium, a shipwreck ~ a tangle of thoughts
twisted and hidden for fear it would
slip from my hands unable to discern you.
my heart offers an alpha rhythm, only that
i am wide awake, staring blankly at
what has been lost and what was never found
a communion of spirits, our sighs and blinks
construct an inescapable archipelago of
history and familiarity, each thread
devoured by the lack of exclamation points
this is about you ~ the cause of spring and
bearer of life, this is about you and
our unspoken algebra ~ a mystery, a quest,
a delirium, a shipwreck ~ a tangle of thoughts
twisted and hidden for fear it would
slip from my hands unable to discern you.
persephone | sonnet twenty three
this moment is created to annihilate all senses,
to crush and devour all temporary madness,
to torment and beseech the anguish and fear
that come between us, now and here
ravaging the insipid color that balm you,
the moonless music that trap you, pushing
me to fall, recalling only the pain so you may
remind me of love, of longing, of the discovery
of a light that sustains itself, basking
in the air i breathe, these imperfect words
make for a heart that beats only for you
a sonnet that exists only because you
give meaning to it, only because you
fuel the imagination of a poet lost in violence.
to crush and devour all temporary madness,
to torment and beseech the anguish and fear
that come between us, now and here
ravaging the insipid color that balm you,
the moonless music that trap you, pushing
me to fall, recalling only the pain so you may
remind me of love, of longing, of the discovery
of a light that sustains itself, basking
in the air i breathe, these imperfect words
make for a heart that beats only for you
a sonnet that exists only because you
give meaning to it, only because you
fuel the imagination of a poet lost in violence.
persephone | sonnet twenty two
my memory fragmentary, the seasons and lines
create tangents only i can fathom, an impoverished,
constant war that rages between wanting you
and desiring to be who i am alone
yet the suffocating distance begs me to
see the naked, pure, simple curves that
glorify your body, fabricating dreams and
wishes, your skin and the way it feels
under my fingertips haunt and gratify
neglected senses that adore you, embracing
all atoms and particles that assemble
the beauty you always have carried,
the grace that drench your innocent, unbecoming
soul, the fire that cannot be tempered nor contained.
create tangents only i can fathom, an impoverished,
constant war that rages between wanting you
and desiring to be who i am alone
yet the suffocating distance begs me to
see the naked, pure, simple curves that
glorify your body, fabricating dreams and
wishes, your skin and the way it feels
under my fingertips haunt and gratify
neglected senses that adore you, embracing
all atoms and particles that assemble
the beauty you always have carried,
the grace that drench your innocent, unbecoming
soul, the fire that cannot be tempered nor contained.
persephone | sonnet twenty one
lost in remembering, i would rather be in your
arms than breathe alone, the veil of your pain
hide me from the world and this senselessness
begins to corrupt what i thought could be endless
starved, the arrogant, blinding grin of the
sun shackle and stifle my own light, and
i cast a web of idle firedream to the
languishing, exhausting yearning
at last to find you finding me again,
twisting in airlessness, the slow, insipid
motion of twilight seek the bitter
kiss from my lips meant to wait in loneliness
for you, trembling, arresting the sweet, clenching
vagueness of your face in the darkness.
arms than breathe alone, the veil of your pain
hide me from the world and this senselessness
begins to corrupt what i thought could be endless
starved, the arrogant, blinding grin of the
sun shackle and stifle my own light, and
i cast a web of idle firedream to the
languishing, exhausting yearning
at last to find you finding me again,
twisting in airlessness, the slow, insipid
motion of twilight seek the bitter
kiss from my lips meant to wait in loneliness
for you, trembling, arresting the sweet, clenching
vagueness of your face in the darkness.
persephone | sonnet twenty
unable to escape the music of your silence
my heart bleeds and withers like the
first flowers you have offered when our
eyes never met, gauging the distance we have
traveled, the distance of three years and
forever, the distance of tears and laughter,
the distance of secrets and revelations,
the distance of yesterday and today
and i can hear my soul scream, aching
for your voice to manifest in my dream ~
the only place where i can find you
in this forsaken castle that now
houses only my thoughts and wishes
an all the signs that bring me you.
my heart bleeds and withers like the
first flowers you have offered when our
eyes never met, gauging the distance we have
traveled, the distance of three years and
forever, the distance of tears and laughter,
the distance of secrets and revelations,
the distance of yesterday and today
and i can hear my soul scream, aching
for your voice to manifest in my dream ~
the only place where i can find you
in this forsaken castle that now
houses only my thoughts and wishes
an all the signs that bring me you.
persephone | sonnet nineteen
the weary, desolate road that forks and breaks
into lamentable avenues of pain and solitude
marks my skin, my veins are streets and
corners that bear desire for you, are chambers
where your name echo and my hunger for your
light heightens, this life is bleak and murky
and the alleys i walk on are lonely, searching
desperately for who we once were
you were a wild fire that kept me alive,
that sustained me, that created and annihilated
me ~ and i allowed you to carve your
gaze on my flesh because i drink from
the depth of your eyes, with my hopes facing
the sun, burning and succumbing to your spell.
into lamentable avenues of pain and solitude
marks my skin, my veins are streets and
corners that bear desire for you, are chambers
where your name echo and my hunger for your
light heightens, this life is bleak and murky
and the alleys i walk on are lonely, searching
desperately for who we once were
you were a wild fire that kept me alive,
that sustained me, that created and annihilated
me ~ and i allowed you to carve your
gaze on my flesh because i drink from
the depth of your eyes, with my hopes facing
the sun, burning and succumbing to your spell.
persephone | sonnet eighteen
scarred to breathe the air from your lips
my soul fumbles and collides with your
sacred inertia, drawn to the invisible scent
of your light where wild flowers bloom as the night
urges me to dream, clasping the sinful, soft
gaze you bear, gravity dripping, seeping, aching
with the speed of a thousand imaginary fires,
the density of us eludes me, caught in the
bosom of clashing waves unrelenting and listless,
drowning in the impatient clouds remembering
persephone’s desire to make the amaranths
come to life…seeking to get lost in the maze
of your touch, descending, hastening, battling
with the incessant gloom of midnight.
my soul fumbles and collides with your
sacred inertia, drawn to the invisible scent
of your light where wild flowers bloom as the night
urges me to dream, clasping the sinful, soft
gaze you bear, gravity dripping, seeping, aching
with the speed of a thousand imaginary fires,
the density of us eludes me, caught in the
bosom of clashing waves unrelenting and listless,
drowning in the impatient clouds remembering
persephone’s desire to make the amaranths
come to life…seeking to get lost in the maze
of your touch, descending, hastening, battling
with the incessant gloom of midnight.
persephone | sonnet seventeen
the leaves descent poignantly on the surface
of our immaculate story, like a ritual, a dance,
like a single, deep breath taken in, like a
knife plunged to my flesh to curse
your absence, to forget the pain buried
solemnly, your skin lithe as the jasmine-scented
caress of a love that knows the shape
and contours of the body it burns
tender as the sound of your laughter,
the night folds and leaps and leans
over elements and origins and constellations
seeking fragments that once belonged to you ~
the raging, necessary, impossible, minute
syllable that abandoned my withering sorrow.
of our immaculate story, like a ritual, a dance,
like a single, deep breath taken in, like a
knife plunged to my flesh to curse
your absence, to forget the pain buried
solemnly, your skin lithe as the jasmine-scented
caress of a love that knows the shape
and contours of the body it burns
tender as the sound of your laughter,
the night folds and leaps and leans
over elements and origins and constellations
seeking fragments that once belonged to you ~
the raging, necessary, impossible, minute
syllable that abandoned my withering sorrow.
persephone | sonnet sixteen
tragedy dispelled amongst caves and ruins
agitated to hasten the fall into a chasm
of fleeting, temporary havoc
that resonate in our sleep, that fumble
in the trembling surface of an unbidden
fruit that crave my mouth, i descend
slowly and without remorse to the
splendor of long, narrow nights
chasing your umbra, more than a celestial
marvel that gather stones of quiet and
patience, you are an infinite delight
that move swiftly across my mind,
that burden me with despair and darkness,
that make of these arms one empty embrace.
agitated to hasten the fall into a chasm
of fleeting, temporary havoc
that resonate in our sleep, that fumble
in the trembling surface of an unbidden
fruit that crave my mouth, i descend
slowly and without remorse to the
splendor of long, narrow nights
chasing your umbra, more than a celestial
marvel that gather stones of quiet and
patience, you are an infinite delight
that move swiftly across my mind,
that burden me with despair and darkness,
that make of these arms one empty embrace.
persephone | sonnet fifteen
discerning and dismantling the inevitable pain
congruent to the deafening pandemonium of
this universe and of this soul loathing the
circumstances that gave me you
but how do the secrets escape the jaded
reflection of you and me, without measures,
without confines or traces that resonate
the bitter yearning to call you my own
when a gaze sets everything on fire, even
when our eyes do not meet, writhing and hiding
beneath the massive, staggering design of
your hands, stuttering as I lay in awe of
the forgetful, deceiving stretch of memory that
captures nothing of that which is divine.
congruent to the deafening pandemonium of
this universe and of this soul loathing the
circumstances that gave me you
but how do the secrets escape the jaded
reflection of you and me, without measures,
without confines or traces that resonate
the bitter yearning to call you my own
when a gaze sets everything on fire, even
when our eyes do not meet, writhing and hiding
beneath the massive, staggering design of
your hands, stuttering as I lay in awe of
the forgetful, deceiving stretch of memory that
captures nothing of that which is divine.
persephone | sonnet fourteen
the days and nights endure being haunted
by a flame that thrives slowly in the
incandescent shadow your body makes
in the silence, in the mystery of things
to come ~ in the perpetual unraveling of
the unknown, the secrets heaved clandestinely
under stars and clouds and comets that
lurk in the darkness, of majestic, celestial
beings t hat deceive my eyes, closer, nothing
remains, just the smoke and vagueness
of our fears and the clarity of muted
desires burning, consuming, colliding,
carving itself upon the tangible thoughts laced
with ripples of this unending fall.
by a flame that thrives slowly in the
incandescent shadow your body makes
in the silence, in the mystery of things
to come ~ in the perpetual unraveling of
the unknown, the secrets heaved clandestinely
under stars and clouds and comets that
lurk in the darkness, of majestic, celestial
beings t hat deceive my eyes, closer, nothing
remains, just the smoke and vagueness
of our fears and the clarity of muted
desires burning, consuming, colliding,
carving itself upon the tangible thoughts laced
with ripples of this unending fall.
persephone | sonnet thirteen
the sky offers the depth and breadth
of a sun untarnished by haze or orange rays
gazing straight at my eyes, searching, meaning
to find something on an empty alley
and as the night diminishes and eats
the memories we have given birth to
i struggle to catch the air with my
hands bared and scarred
by your absence ~ it sinks, stings, stifles
every living particle that creates me, every
inch of skin, flesh and bones that ache only
for sunrises hummed by your eyes,
for flowers that manifest on the corners
of your heart, beating, dancing peacefully.
of a sun untarnished by haze or orange rays
gazing straight at my eyes, searching, meaning
to find something on an empty alley
and as the night diminishes and eats
the memories we have given birth to
i struggle to catch the air with my
hands bared and scarred
by your absence ~ it sinks, stings, stifles
every living particle that creates me, every
inch of skin, flesh and bones that ache only
for sunrises hummed by your eyes,
for flowers that manifest on the corners
of your heart, beating, dancing peacefully.
persephone | sonnet twelve
before smoke obscure the silence of this
savage heart let the rain of flamed
amaranths wash upon this night of mist
and blackness, singing an ode to your
endless shadow flawed by the
heedless need to form water and air
with the energy of a thousand sun-blazen
stares that come from you and your
aureate, unmarred autumn ~ uncover the
fragrance of days when you held
me close to listen to everything beat
rapidly, to witness each ounce of restlessness
that has taken my body hostage disperse
in the glowing, bleeding sky of madness.
savage heart let the rain of flamed
amaranths wash upon this night of mist
and blackness, singing an ode to your
endless shadow flawed by the
heedless need to form water and air
with the energy of a thousand sun-blazen
stares that come from you and your
aureate, unmarred autumn ~ uncover the
fragrance of days when you held
me close to listen to everything beat
rapidly, to witness each ounce of restlessness
that has taken my body hostage disperse
in the glowing, bleeding sky of madness.
persephone | sonnet eleven
the ache of this heart drowns the serenade
murmured by the incandescent midnight
haze rain against the periwinkle horizon,
the clouds drift and shift amidst
dreamless lovers walking the street fastened
by the scent of forgotten embraces, humid,
sweeping whispers burn my eyes with tears
i grieve the days afflicted by a disease
i call loneliness, following, tracing the steps
you leave upon heaves and piles of leaves
on the ground, shrouded by soundlessness
awaiting the delicate sun to parch beginnings
and ends once more, over and over, again and
again until it holds no recollection of pain.
murmured by the incandescent midnight
haze rain against the periwinkle horizon,
the clouds drift and shift amidst
dreamless lovers walking the street fastened
by the scent of forgotten embraces, humid,
sweeping whispers burn my eyes with tears
i grieve the days afflicted by a disease
i call loneliness, following, tracing the steps
you leave upon heaves and piles of leaves
on the ground, shrouded by soundlessness
awaiting the delicate sun to parch beginnings
and ends once more, over and over, again and
again until it holds no recollection of pain.
persephone | sonnet ten
pierced by the magnetic, gleaming air
you breathe, devoured by the depth
that anchor my halo to your terrain,
while the polar shifts and the axes
fasten the metallic scent of your
body to mine, entangled to the
tides of emptiness, borne of vastness and
warmth, desire and destiny
chained to the melancholic machineries
of your touch and veins, delicate
and intricate mornings undaunted
by shaded rocks, colliding galaxies
hunting for impatient shadows
humming in oblivion.
you breathe, devoured by the depth
that anchor my halo to your terrain,
while the polar shifts and the axes
fasten the metallic scent of your
body to mine, entangled to the
tides of emptiness, borne of vastness and
warmth, desire and destiny
chained to the melancholic machineries
of your touch and veins, delicate
and intricate mornings undaunted
by shaded rocks, colliding galaxies
hunting for impatient shadows
humming in oblivion.
persephone | sonnet nine
she played an air on the piano
striking the keys with ardor and
thoughtful passion, relentless,
unswerving, obliterating
the sharp resonances that bring
me to dark, senseless nights
alone and powerless to stop
the racing heart left to fade
awaiting the thundering sound
of your familiar hands, the slender
fingers that caress me within
and without, the light in your eyelids
like the flesh that throbs and aches,
drown the isles that yearn for you.
striking the keys with ardor and
thoughtful passion, relentless,
unswerving, obliterating
the sharp resonances that bring
me to dark, senseless nights
alone and powerless to stop
the racing heart left to fade
awaiting the thundering sound
of your familiar hands, the slender
fingers that caress me within
and without, the light in your eyelids
like the flesh that throbs and aches,
drown the isles that yearn for you.
persephone | sonnet eight
just before the dawn awakens all but
a few words here and between my
fingers, the night lashes and curses
the seductive glow of mourning
the motions that permeate the
earth sullen and impetuous
daring the quiet atoms of your denial
elemental and unadorned
do not desist, my lost enchantress
and allow the ember of my tears
fill and rapture the well,
carve myself out of your furtive longing
excise laughter from my bones
and bury my forsaken madness.
a few words here and between my
fingers, the night lashes and curses
the seductive glow of mourning
the motions that permeate the
earth sullen and impetuous
daring the quiet atoms of your denial
elemental and unadorned
do not desist, my lost enchantress
and allow the ember of my tears
fill and rapture the well,
carve myself out of your furtive longing
excise laughter from my bones
and bury my forsaken madness.
persephone | sonnet seven
the clouds heaved a sigh, the sound of
sheer alacrity, the hours spin to form
the rain of your delight, to drench
my fumbling ideas and the flint of
my words ~ let me walk through
the sleeping circles, let me forget
the blood of my desolation
let me drown in the pure sadness of your eyes
and as the soil wither and erode
like my heart parched by yellow sunbursts
the stars hover above, pulsating, slowly
diminishing into endless flames, disguised
as trembling flowers envious of your smile,
the ancient, faultless language of our souls.
sheer alacrity, the hours spin to form
the rain of your delight, to drench
my fumbling ideas and the flint of
my words ~ let me walk through
the sleeping circles, let me forget
the blood of my desolation
let me drown in the pure sadness of your eyes
and as the soil wither and erode
like my heart parched by yellow sunbursts
the stars hover above, pulsating, slowly
diminishing into endless flames, disguised
as trembling flowers envious of your smile,
the ancient, faultless language of our souls.
my life according to tori amos
i found the questions on facebook and decided to answer them.
Pick your artist:
Tori Amos
Are you a male of female:
Strange little girl
Describe yourself:
Abnormally attracted to sin
How do you feel:
Not dying today
Describe where you currently live:
Every part of you
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Dark side of the sun
Your favorite form of transportation:
Cars and guitars
Your best friend:
Sister named desire
You and your best friend are:
Marlene Dietrich’s favorite poem
What’s the weather like:
Raining blood
Favorite time of the day:
When sunny gets blue
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
Heart attack at 23
What is life to you:
A sorta fairytale
Your relationship:
Sweet the sting
Your fear:
Ghosts and spooks and maybe you
What is the best advice you have to give:
It might hurt a bit
Thought for the day:
Assholes are cheap today
My motto:
Enjoy the silence
Pick your artist:
Tori Amos
Are you a male of female:
Strange little girl
Describe yourself:
Abnormally attracted to sin
How do you feel:
Not dying today
Describe where you currently live:
Every part of you
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Dark side of the sun
Your favorite form of transportation:
Cars and guitars
Your best friend:
Sister named desire
You and your best friend are:
Marlene Dietrich’s favorite poem
What’s the weather like:
Raining blood
Favorite time of the day:
When sunny gets blue
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
Heart attack at 23
What is life to you:
A sorta fairytale
Your relationship:
Sweet the sting
Your fear:
Ghosts and spooks and maybe you
What is the best advice you have to give:
It might hurt a bit
Thought for the day:
Assholes are cheap today
My motto:
Enjoy the silence
persephone | sonnet six
reaching for the sunlight in your absent gaze
shards of your shadow falling victim to the mute echo
rising in my head and seeping into
my thoughts that carry no other voice
empyrean of frailties and vulnerabilities
i arm myself with the fleeting, tangible pain
so i can bring you closer to a spring in october
then watch the amaranths take shape in your
burdened eyes, with my sanctified embrace
take you away from the caves that darken your
memories of us, of this, of me
emerging from the vague depths of your mouth
escaping your lips until the sound dissolves
into the fragrance of my own name.
shards of your shadow falling victim to the mute echo
rising in my head and seeping into
my thoughts that carry no other voice
empyrean of frailties and vulnerabilities
i arm myself with the fleeting, tangible pain
so i can bring you closer to a spring in october
then watch the amaranths take shape in your
burdened eyes, with my sanctified embrace
take you away from the caves that darken your
memories of us, of this, of me
emerging from the vague depths of your mouth
escaping your lips until the sound dissolves
into the fragrance of my own name.
persephone | sonnet five
the moon spun from her eyes like mirrorball
in the dense, broad, cathartic luminescence
of my tangled thoughts i catch her fervid
stares one by one, fiber by fiber
and allow, with my hands, to breathe and exalt
each fading memory, every unjaded molecule
that sings to her, as her wings open to caress
the wind caught in the dimmest angle of daylight
these words forlorn in the unraveling of seconds
destined to be ignited by a lonely passion,
a desolate rage, a final cause
to die at last in your arms, in your air and in your glances
to beg and to suffer sweetly, willfully,
ardently tasting the fractures of your stone.
in the dense, broad, cathartic luminescence
of my tangled thoughts i catch her fervid
stares one by one, fiber by fiber
and allow, with my hands, to breathe and exalt
each fading memory, every unjaded molecule
that sings to her, as her wings open to caress
the wind caught in the dimmest angle of daylight
these words forlorn in the unraveling of seconds
destined to be ignited by a lonely passion,
a desolate rage, a final cause
to die at last in your arms, in your air and in your glances
to beg and to suffer sweetly, willfully,
ardently tasting the fractures of your stone.
persephone | sonnet four
hymn the silence our of her pursed desperate lips
the shaded night enveloped by glass wanting a clear view
of this profound, denied yearning of the landscapes that once
belonged to you, a nymph, a goddess
trudging the ice thin layer of my understanding, battling my foe
that is ~ the blinding sun of my desire
enraged in the noiselessness of the war that
began in your waking dream
how do i shut my ears from hearing the siren
how do i shut my eyes from seeing the forbidden
ecstasy of your leaping, laborious languor
perhaps the bodiless angst of my scorching, burning, flaming
self will endure one harrowing breath
for an unobstructed sense of you.
the shaded night enveloped by glass wanting a clear view
of this profound, denied yearning of the landscapes that once
belonged to you, a nymph, a goddess
trudging the ice thin layer of my understanding, battling my foe
that is ~ the blinding sun of my desire
enraged in the noiselessness of the war that
began in your waking dream
how do i shut my ears from hearing the siren
how do i shut my eyes from seeing the forbidden
ecstasy of your leaping, laborious languor
perhaps the bodiless angst of my scorching, burning, flaming
self will endure one harrowing breath
for an unobstructed sense of you.
persephone | sonnet three
to be taken, ravaged, devoured
then to be divided by my desire to
love you ever more and dwell in the
passionate flower your dews give life to
chained to the night of magic and
fireworks, weaving your words onto the
bow of my violin, slowly, painfully caressed
by your sensual, unforgiving smile
my soul nurtured by your hands,
the twilight blossoming before my very
eyes ~ crowded with an imagined beauty
leaning, longing, awaiting the rain to
drench me, inebriate me, as I head to
slumber remembering the shape of your face.
then to be divided by my desire to
love you ever more and dwell in the
passionate flower your dews give life to
chained to the night of magic and
fireworks, weaving your words onto the
bow of my violin, slowly, painfully caressed
by your sensual, unforgiving smile
my soul nurtured by your hands,
the twilight blossoming before my very
eyes ~ crowded with an imagined beauty
leaning, longing, awaiting the rain to
drench me, inebriate me, as I head to
slumber remembering the shape of your face.
persephone | sonnet two
for once i will allow your earth to take
my happiness away, to lock it up and throw the keys
to oblivion, for i have come upon the truth
that my delight is in making you feel
needed, wanted, yearned for and dreamed about
in nights that languish with despair
in moments that perish in the remembrance
of your calm, unchanging voice
the ceaseless, unwavering fancy of hopes that
spring from your endlessness, from the endlessness
of what we have and what we still will
have ~ the night wanders with faith
and belief in the promises that last,
in days that evolve into eden.
my happiness away, to lock it up and throw the keys
to oblivion, for i have come upon the truth
that my delight is in making you feel
needed, wanted, yearned for and dreamed about
in nights that languish with despair
in moments that perish in the remembrance
of your calm, unchanging voice
the ceaseless, unwavering fancy of hopes that
spring from your endlessness, from the endlessness
of what we have and what we still will
have ~ the night wanders with faith
and belief in the promises that last,
in days that evolve into eden.
persephone | sonnet one
leaves descend upon the arid nothingness of
forgotten embraces, haunted only by the faint
memory of your eyes withdrawn from all
that makes sense, this earth waiting for
an apparition, a ghost, a phantom
a sharp remembrance of sweetness,
like the timid succulence of cherries
at dawn, like the fleeting tenderness of your
hands that move me like no one else can
like no one else will be permitted to
rushing the autumn to disappear into
a pallid, tormented sheathe of paper that
breaks and distorts itself through time
lingering for you.
forgotten embraces, haunted only by the faint
memory of your eyes withdrawn from all
that makes sense, this earth waiting for
an apparition, a ghost, a phantom
a sharp remembrance of sweetness,
like the timid succulence of cherries
at dawn, like the fleeting tenderness of your
hands that move me like no one else can
like no one else will be permitted to
rushing the autumn to disappear into
a pallid, tormented sheathe of paper that
breaks and distorts itself through time
lingering for you.
today
Today I will begin. Today I will take the beaten path and call it sacred. Today I will hymn love holy. Today is only the start of something more enlightening, more uplifting, and I will bask in its light. Today I will remember myself. Today I will create more dreams and make them come true. Today I will say I love you because I always have and always will. Today I will believe that such love is as real and honest and tangible as it could get. Today I will continue to hope.
Today I will stop for a moment to look at the seconds we lost to piercing stares and pointless arguments. Today I will stop for a moment to relish all the nights we spent in each other’s arms building memories, delighting our senses with the air that carries the scent of our bodies after making love. Today I will stop for a second to praise Him for giving you to me. Today I will stop for a second to be grateful for all that I have learned and felt and known the last three years.
But…
Today I will promise to love you silently until I am void of the need for you. Today I will wait for the sunlight to touch my skin. Today I will look at the avenues I once travelled with you and reach for myself, instead of your hand. Today I will appreciate each moment I was able to call you my own, each moment we lost to piercing stares and pointless arguments, each moment I spent resting in your arms and know that I will always carry the memories within…
And finally understand the truth that I do not have to wait for anything or anyone to tell me when to begin.
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