Heavy hopelessness,A sense of that mortal dread,Dispersed with a kiss.We are thankfully simple,To grasp hope so easily.
The moon rises dark,Like a shadow of night sky,A hollow above.So reflected in my cup,May this drink be bottomless.
The New Gods don't deserve our faith,Who can tend to the Needful,Those who lacked the cool patience,To appreciate mornings,Their endless revolutions,And the sweet sublimity,Of sleeping in on a work day?
Rosewood soap,Rough on the skin,Damp and pink with heat,Two candles, citrus, all natural,Burning on the windowsill,Three locks on the door, no solicitors please,And a long, chilled glass of strawberry puree,Mixed in with tart lemonade. The snow falls in thick clusters outside,Swirling and threatening to keep me inside,Ah, so be it - inside I shall stay.
A breakthrough after all,Done with the bloody tissues,Damp sick-clothes go in the bin,Strip down the very room:Curtains, blankets, sheets, pillows.A replace it with the winter collection:Dark satin and soft cotton,Like eyes closed in contemplation,Illuminated in the secret places. The fever breaks,Only a week of my life stolen,Winter welcomes me again.
Stones snap in rhythm,Marking the gentle passing,Of our finite time.
She stole the sky-fire,Dripping with blue flame,Pale rivulets down,Her white fingertips,Stained black majesty,To her lips, flames licked,She swallowed the stars,and smiled ecstasy.
Rolling winds thunder,Stripping away the roof tiles,Raw skies bright overhead.
Fierce Autumn flurries,Turn fallen leaves to treasure:Rubies and topaz.
A fool's bawdy laugh,Jingles in my empty head,Ringing home old cheer.I envy the mirthful gits,No thoughts can brew no troubles.