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.
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