Golden Thread

cracking open, relentlessly immense overflowing love, unending me no sequence, no careful anguish, no censor no mask nor artifice, no egoic master as great pretender, to pretend as that which has upended, is the whole, and part of frame which held us in halves in beloved's name

perhaps in the quiet they'll let me be, and the fog will lift on my heart until I weep sweetly from what has already released me. merry, tenderly. perhaps in the mist I do not need to be lost, because I'm already free.

when the earth sudden floods into surreal largos and I wonder who switches the sky into monsoons, and why. perhaps instead I can hold holly springs and steep the hawthorn in eau de vie, and like the tincture herbs, distill it down to the heart of me.

perhaps there is a place for a bristle in the cold wind. me, I'd rather stay my softness under piles of duck duvets. unwind myself for days in the petal-scented memories I yet carry into these golden purple winters,

tão sensível, tão puro tão imperdível, tão seguro como errei em deixar-te sete horas já passado depois a faca foi tirado viste-me com ela, percebeu como nunca entendeu era só para seu para matar os medos teus

one hundred swords, 2024

when my heart softly sings the hum crescendoes at each peak I have just climbed a precipitous mountain of me I would show you, every spied on high valley my full heart's terrain that which I have ascended when it weeps, i'd offer its tears to clear the dirt from your eyes

you will forget my papers off-chance tossed away those places passed by 60 miles unheld by heart, disposed by mind some memories I cherished find no refuge in your quarter, could you carry them now for my sake some minutes holding tenderly a shade of me, cast cool upon your soul

you will forget darker satin strands entwined around those long fingers eyes softened at the moon's reflection, dreaming of some subtler kiss beckoning to future daydreams your manifold chambered heart then wrapped in some newer earnest bliss sweet sensation, her giggle genuine

calling you into fullness beyond self sabotage the sharp edges of your protections to the cradled, softest self into earthy depths of soil when seeded dirt teeming, life within it, richness into your light your golden avatar, a silent wingspan crystalline, fading essences glowing

full dreams, made paper manifest calligraphy intentions heart put pen to paper still did we ever set sail? loving is easy in absence of toil, decks savaged by storm speak once embroiled that without effort shan't prevail no matter those hearts' careful measures, documented

submitted in devotion i am the true altar more than a vortex, some primal gust a wind for the dying leaf of thought i hold the chalice, bear fruit sacred in daily practice held carefully in heart cupped palms through the golden matrix a wet womb creatrix seed gifted, light held

sweet scents floral blossoming, wet wonder if sprayed on sea your heart beats faster than the wave slowly, soften with me the heart remembers my soft features discovery's wonder what goddess you may find on lonely beaches

i've been wistful eyed, mind wandering, wanderer guiding the lost eye with a soft hand lounging in manifold dreams propped up in fantascene i have also been cause for escape hag faced and broom handed taken for granted slept on and sloughed off why do we live the in minds of men?

his eyes watched, propped up from the car seat grey green scanning our goodbye, crowning a sweet smile i held your shoulders with tight fingers tears gulping to swallow what i knew the last time I'd see you oil in the mouth shared between pastry but I still wish you'd kissed me

the whispering heart knows no expanse no vast field under portal's fold no weight diminishes softness within it sweet breaths dissolve formed filaments, their gentle warmth a heat against some fevered cold no time to spend, fare the well the forms dissolve and we are light again

there was a life before, and so after the dividing line carved as the heart breaks, rather than by time so I reassure myself this very epoch will one day be the life before once passed over by another change when, no longer brittle, this sweet heart is as flooded as love's plain

deepen, slowly with his breath, as our lips undress the words we don't express. mouth cries with it when you touch parts of me as yet unknown and I feel myself stretching, yearning, feeling and coming home.

fear melts a puddle between my legs. the enclave of my heart a barricade against the world's weight. unfolding, inside out, to golden paradises. dip him in sweetness as he tenderly touches mine. cervix softens, agape, makes space to gently catch him. his heart beat hung in time.

him so felt, the humidity. the energy. the shape of him gently, slowly. hands touching me. holding my hands, longingly, easily. his love inside me, heart opens me. widely as energy all through me drawing him into me. so open can't do nought but enveloping.