Monthly Archives: March 2017
Apricot Moon
That droning throat buried in
his fingers, cracked and tanned as
barren earth, narrates the tenderness
of our times.
Into the wind, from hoping souls,
agile lungs stain this burning night
with the bittersweet shades
of our days.
Somewhere past midnight,
but well before dawn, silence
falls betwixt brandied cheeks,
yet our hearts wail on.
Honey Girl
Eyes not yet open,
hidden in warm honey,
stare into comforting darkness,
searching for safety.
Will you look upon me,
or shall my face be your
eternal, distant,
advocate?
Eyes not yet open,
hidden in a flourishing orchard,
refuse to see the
dangers that await them.
Shall I look upon you,
or will your face be my
lone, unknowable, lantern
in life’s teeming tide?
neither shadow nor shape
To cast a shadow in
a land without light
is the fight of giants.
Blessed are those who
stretch for high heaven
to burned-out beacons,
unaware of their bite.
Nowhere to be seen, but
in the clouds, we shall meet.
