It took some time,

I noticed that the only stools she seemed comfortable on had no backs,

And that he could only fall asleep on his stomach.

She ducked her head even when passing through tall doorways,

That his kindest smile was when he wasn’t acknowledged,

Or how she struggled in water higher than her waist.

He was most uncomfortable being thanked,

And she hated being reminded of debts owed to her.

He owned no tight or restricting clothes,

She never grew her hair past her shoulders.

They stretched muscles I never could find,

and seemed illuminated even in the dark.

I didn’t understand it at first, I didn’t recognise the signs.

And while they sat with me, with their skins all different colours, and ancestry spanning the globe,

There was no link between them, in beliefs, or images, or genders. Nothing to join them in any other way than their kindness.

And eventually, I could finally realise the reason behind their differences.

That while many of us had abandoned the Gods had created the world we were suffering through, they deserved a sense of respect.

Because, despite not worshipping them the same anymore,

They still allowed us our Angels

The First Word

i am the me between Demeter and deter,

the spine in supine absent you,

i am the gap in Agape,

the age in language after you.

i am the war in swarm,

the arm in swarm,

the vows inherent in vowels,

the asp writhed from grasp,

the tor at the top of the storm.

i am the i between deify and defy,

this axis aching inside

the migration of starlings,

the i between vapor and viper,

between mire and more,

i am the sword interred

between expire and explore,

i am that Eve—

she who broke

a fever to forever.

-Kalliope Amorphous

gwens-fiction:

The Loch Kelpie

Ay, thou saw her prance

Along the loch’s stone-beaded rim,

Kicking her hooves in a spritely dance

As though inviting thee to swim.

Wild and free with her breeze-whipped mane,

She whinnied for thou to come beside.

Thou didst and grabbed her ragged rein.

Her deep brown eyes begged to ride.

Thou saddled her dappled back

And pulled her hence towards home,

Yet she galloped into the lake waters black.

Both vanishing beneath the foam.

‘Tis why whence ye spoke of wild pony gray,

A premonition dost come.

Beware the kelpie’s longing neigh,

Or else thee too shall soon succumb.

The Loch Kelpie

Ay, thou saw her prance

Along the loch’s stone-beaded rim,

Kicking her hooves in a spritely dance

As though inviting thee to swim.

Wild and free with her breeze-whipped mane,

She whinnied for thou to come beside.

Thou didst and grabbed her ragged rein.

Her deep brown eyes begged to ride.

Thou saddled her dappled back

And pulled her hence towards home,

Yet she galloped into the lake waters black.

Both vanishing beneath the foam.

‘Tis why whence ye spoke of wild pony gray,

A premonition dost come.

Beware the kelpie’s longing neigh,

Or else thee too shall soon succumb.

adaestra:

“Come on, dear, what are we, romanticists? Pick up your heart on the way out.”

— b.s.h; realist’s love affair

adaestra:

“there is no sound my heart makes (other than) I HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN. I DO NOT EXIST.”

— this indigent chest, b.s.h

adaestra:

“At the end of the day, we devour our own desires - and starve to death after.”

—  realist’s love affair, ii. | b.s.h

Rebirth

As I crawled out of the depths of this solitary dark cavern

I reached for the light upon mother suns warm bosom

And as I felt her rays warm my withered cheek I felt peace

— My writing (2022)

mayapoetbe:

Imagine me feeling

the feeling of flying

being free

something I have not

felt my whole life

at least once before

I die

I don’t know what it is

that makes me love you

I just know I can’t stop

I’m not saying that I miss you but I do hope you know you’re why the flowers wait so very patiently for spring, why the sand refills prayers to the sun when winter doesn’t come home. these conversations with city lights remind me how I miss having stars to share my silence with. and maybe it isn’t the skin that’s desperate, it’s the mind, one that’s been wanting to be touched more than the body’s ever been. I don’t know if I want the pain of holding something a second tighter because the next it’s gone, but today feels like a dream on the road to you.

Are you okay? I know loving me is hard.

I didn’t wake up one day and decide you were the one. I never liked being vulnerable. But during my sleepless nights and exhausting mornings, I felt my heart calling you, wanting to walk beside you. It was a million moments that were knitted into one. I never knew. But I wanted. It wasn’t love at first sight. I don’t believe in it. A spark, yes. A hunger, maybe. But as months passed, we let each other into our own little spheres of weirdness. We became our own inside jokes. We didn’t save each other. But we became ourselves for one another. I thank the stars for making you.

I’ll always choose you, even on the days we don’t understand each other.

the only time I write something with meaning is when I’m less than okay. I’ve been wearing the wrong words all day, the sound of bones bending beneath anaphylactic smiles. I never knew the taste of honey could start a fire until I kissed you, and now I can’t stop burning in your name. I do better as memory, but missing you belongs to me. I still play your favourite song to stay close to our memories. what do you know about rain inside of a person? maybe there will always be people that don’t know you’re holding them. on these restless nights I like to think it’s because you’re awake, wishing you were here too. the parts of you I love have become my favourite pieces of me.

you were meant for me..we just weren’t meant to last.

They say you never really know how much room someone takes up until they’re gone. but I wish I could tattoo the way you whisper my name over and over again, like it’s something you’re convincing the universe to never take away from you. If the ocean had a heartbeat, it’d be you. I love like my heart is hungry for light, and you’re the last star in the sky. darling, I’m not saying that I think we might belong together, but I do know that I’ve lost my heart to your smile in every single one of my lifetimes.

I just want to fall in love, and stay there.

Where do you go when the love that left you won’t leave you alone? I could drop a wish where your smile bends into the sunrise, but words are blind, and maybe we’re just a letter that starts with goodbye. If I let you into my heart, do you promise not to wreck the place? I don’t need to feel the sun, just let me touch your skin - darling, this doesn’t have to always be happily ever after, ever after is just fine.

I crave the rain because when the sun shines I feel a need to explain how anything could hurt. Spring is rising and I’m in lust, but with your hands on my skin it’s like yesterday never happened and tomorrow isn’t promised. all these heartbeats of mine belong to you, and I know they’re my heart’s best.

I wake with your name on my lips, a tribute to nights wearing roses for smiles. Your name is the deepest red universe beating through my veins, darling, I was born the day your eyes met mine. you’re found in stars. your breath is summer breezes. your heartbeat is the pounding of ocean waves as they touch the shores of my soul. You’re everything endless in my world.

You’re the one I never want to miss

I can drown in a drop of love, a creased memory yawning over the horizon. I want to get to know you for hours, and then forever. I want to touch you where you have never been touched. forgive me when my knees don’t know how to bring reverence to your nightly prayers, for always standing with my arms wide open in case someone needs to fall in. I want you next to me, the sun above me, the universe inside me, and this loneliness behind me.

I’ve never thought I could fix all of this broken, but I know I can love you through anything.