candyhearts

until you are me, teeth scrape marrow from your bones; sharp, yet familiar.

I write a lot of religious poetry, so of course, I use a lot of religious imagery --> floods, the wilderness, mothers and femininity. I frequently humanize divine figures and ...

i miss you so much, like moths drawn to dying flames; brief, then nothing more.

i wish you would stay, but the room is already forgetting your shape.

a moment with you, entwined; time bends with your touch. hands brush, then retreat.

partners at heart; growing together, now whole, with blood on our hands.

i simply exist, fading, like summer's warm heart; no need to return.

i love my parents; their shadows stretch through my soul. time shapes us anew.

anywhere but here, you claw at the home we built; absense is decay.

drowning on dry land, lungs full, flesh peeling like bark; the earth forgets me.

shifting forms take flight; the night bleeds into the sky. cold air tastes like rust.

I've been on a huge Neruda kick. I am currently rereading "100 Love Sonnets" and it is just as beautiful as the first time I did. Timeless!! Neruda isn’t merely ...