Wanderling❁

first love

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though the silent ache

sinks deeper

with every dream

gentle night

made of stars

can never regret, being

the crimson sky

and neither can I

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he was never an easy child to love

"but I'm grateful that you do."

and her fears were higher than his reach

"but I feel safer when you're near."

my angry words were tears

that never turned to water

when I was young.

"but thank you for hearing me."

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

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Zealot

 

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God is a red orchid, blooming

at the back of your throat

humming and begging

to be kissed,

how much the face of my worship

looks like the end of summer,

flowers drowned in the

heat of love making

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your fingers are sunlight

on my skin, after

a long winter

breathing, to life again

seeing my body move

for the first time

in your

eyes

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within

 

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sadness is a shell pried open

by dirty fingers

and tossed back to the sea

echoing, hollow

until water fills the space

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a dream

 

 

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I went to bed in California

cradling golden visions of you

and awoke under this,

blue and purple sun

a great distance from our coast

but somehow not far at all

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photo: Ha Long Bay, Viet Nam, september 2019

Midgard

 

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on nights like this one

I am fiercely awake

and the darkness lays in me

I rock back and forth

nursing my heartache of days past

remembering, the ones

who gave me life, gave me breath

but cut the tall standing trees

and fled from me,

forcing my retreat

to a dry, loveless riverbed

forcing me to sleep

voiceless and blind, with the wolves

and it was many, many years

before I could see in the dark again

how could you?

how could you

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all the light, every delicious molecule

dancing on my spinning head

composes the rainbow and the stars

day and night, color and water

when you are closer than near

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conmigo no tienes que hablar

 

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cold fear in the heart of the night

awakened from a dream

frightened to be alive without you

heaven, make me an offer

sabaai, sabaai

but still wishing I spoke the language

you speak in lovely tones, with her

yet, words are just that

conmigo no tienes que hablar

and I know

mere paas kuch nahi hai

so empty in my heart as language

I can make your sorrow disappear

tutto è sentimento

and of that, I am full

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first love

 

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somewhere between you and her

there was me

and it couldn't be clearer, you were her first love

but I had already waited seven lifetimes for you

so it was my time in the sun

it is my time

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