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Luxury trickles down my ruffled sleeve.
It smells of the moss, and mist-soaked pages.
Last Samhain,
When the carpet condemned me,
When half my world danced, aflame
I warned you to,
And wanted (you) to
Warm your tear-damp soul
On my chairs,
My cherishing.
Verses. One, two, too many, too soon.
I spoke a few,
While you
swallowed your bones, your ancestry
in longing.
The willows whisper of you,
The ashes,
The thorns.
[you carry them. Idiosyncrasies
of wildfires.]
[you are
(unsung) (unyielding),
trapped in a cookie jar.]
I‘ll call you the wind.
Don’t fade-
Not yet.
Not here,
Cause this
Has never been your home.
You’re just stashed here,
Safe from the world.
Go breathe,
And be fire once more.
Epilogue.
[Luxury trickles down my ruffled sleeve.
It smells of the moss, and mist-soaked pages. Deep green. Dulled white.
A breath. Another. One more.
I sigh, as I
Dab the luxury
Away with my tablecloth.
Back to the carpets,
we go.]
© Nachtschwärmer
It smells of the moss, and mist-soaked pages.
Last Samhain,
When the carpet condemned me,
When half my world danced, aflame
I warned you to,
And wanted (you) to
Warm your tear-damp soul
On my chairs,
My cherishing.
Verses. One, two, too many, too soon.
I spoke a few,
While you
swallowed your bones, your ancestry
in longing.
The willows whisper of you,
The ashes,
The thorns.
[you carry them. Idiosyncrasies
of wildfires.]
[you are
(unsung) (unyielding),
trapped in a cookie jar.]
I‘ll call you the wind.
Don’t fade-
Not yet.
Not here,
Cause this
Has never been your home.
You’re just stashed here,
Safe from the world.
Go breathe,
And be fire once more.
Epilogue.
[Luxury trickles down my ruffled sleeve.
It smells of the moss, and mist-soaked pages. Deep green. Dulled white.
A breath. Another. One more.
I sigh, as I
Dab the luxury
Away with my tablecloth.
Back to the carpets,
we go.]
© Nachtschwärmer
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