My Sphinx
For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….
For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
I might tissue up before a missive decree to seal up the fates injuriously deemed to be…
Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those…
You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of…
I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
If itches were wishes I’ve had quite a few, though I have not much wealth accrued, nor…
If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross…