❝ In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
Robert Frost
Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent
I traced the line of your tattoo
Across your ribcage
And whispered the words
As they were written.
I sealed them onto your body
With kisses hot as wax
And wrapped our love letter
In a tangle of arms and legs.
Those loaded moments, so filled
With the unsaid and the undone
But not the unfelt.
It’s the dam we all build
To prevent its outpour
And maintain our composure.
She Hunts at Midnight
When all is draped in velvety black
I walk the streets alone.
Covered in the oily night
I’m slick and cool.
Unrecognizable and threatening
I’ve been transformed.
I’m a creature on all fours
Made inhuman by the darkness.
With a strange feeling of power
And animalistic wiles.
I couldn’t touch her, barely words
Were exchanged between us.
A vast disconnect, we floated in time
Untied and unabridged
We drifted out to sea separately.
She tossed her compass in the water
And lifted her oars from their pivot
Allowing the tide; relentless and influential
To take hold of her vessel
And take her away from me.
People like you find it easy,
Naked to see,
Walking on air.
Hunting by the rivers,
Through the streets,
Every corner abandoned too soon,
Set down with due care.
Don’t walk away, in silence,
Don’t walk away.
