Empty are the words
lambs staked where I belong
seeking sign from an inimitable nothing
that something is worth being
For now a fool
in love and otherwise
otherways to make a mess
without so much blood
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Sunk Ship
Love gone idle
inadequate
or inaccurate
I like loose words
You matter more
merely not me
vessel for my excess
filled up
An arrogance
capability
sans culpability
sand returned to sea
Cardio
Loving you
an empty exercise
my unburnable excess
turned unbearable force
your heart
in hibernation
Tell You Somethin’
If you don’t
let go my hand
all I’ve known
that felt like love
Small sun
as weather turns
gloves lost
with purpose
Bloom Into You
I’ll love you
till you let go
and afterwards
for far longer
than my heart approves
It’s involuntary
if I’m honest
sieving memory
till love remains
Measured delusion
dosed delicately
to wounded pride
I’ll love you
because it’s easy
Flower still to bloom
Kaguya-hime
The sun must feel a fool
when it finds your face
to kiss such loveliness
and find it smiling back
It was a luxury to be held
find your hand on a back
turned towards the world
spun right round to you
To know your face briefly
belonged only to me
for as long as I can hold
such sweet simple memory
It won’t be long now
till the moon claims you
carries her sun touched child
away from so much light
Chamberlain
If you wake without me
know I’m close
one fewer chamber
to check
than your heart
where I can only hope
to someday dwell
Kitchen bedroom bath
enough space
for now
