Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

The storm

DUSK: The river meets the sea freshwater meets salt, they flow into each other and the scene’s at halt. Mist hangs overhead the visibility’s low, I’m over water and I row, row, row. 10:00 am: The sun has now risen and perforated the fog, in this labyrinth of archipelagos I am but a frog. 11:00…