long wanderings
always take
you home
return
long wanderings
always take
you home
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Redoubt
pierced
deep
deep
deep
by nature's slings
of wondrous beauty,
this fascination only swells,
and so we live
to celebrate
one
more
day.
Mackin’
last night I wished on
three shooting stars, but
one
slipped by,
just
out
of view.
until
tonight,
when I met you.
laughing is Ok, if you mean it.
i choose,
love,
every
single
time.
and laughter
and beauty
and joy.
i know
shadow,
and I know pain.
but i am
love.
and,
my darling child.
so
are
you.
amor lobo
moments devoured
with no care.
each
slipt neat
behind gnarled
tooth,
and sharpened fang.
lingering
over quivering lips,
hunger carves
silhouettes of desire:
tomorrow,
merely promise
pregnant with the regret
of yesterday.
Terra Firma
Escoita!
she calls
to you,
yearning
for your return
to this place you knew not before.
terra firma.
Bound
in poetry and magic,
and the ethereal.
Steeped
in terrific fantasy,
and mystery manifest.
Seasoned
by tears
surrendered for lost sons.
Appreciated,
for her bounteous beauty
and wondrous delights.
Courted
by way
of this love
for you.
so listen, and
harken back
to the shadow,
to ancestral dream
and whispered rhythms.
rhythms your ancestors never
knew
they knew.
listen,
for you are home.
listen,
and let her fall
once more,
deep
into
you.
sifting
lifting
and
drifting, but always
grifting
the moments,
yearning
for more.
but, when
sifting through the ashes
i find my lost gold.
oh,
if you
only knew
what I have
in store.
coaxing dawn
wound tight,
within the rounded corners of night,
a cacophony of silences cascades
over me,
inevitably interrupted
by the
tumble
of rain,
and possibility-
ingredients for
a beautiful new day.
if but this perfection could
last eternal,
in my heart and,
in the cold fire of your soul,
who knows to what heights this love may grow.
carib-dreamin’
doctor-bird makes her final rounds,
gleefully and gracefully
diagnosing blossom for sweetness,
and the last
lingering
drops
of the rain shower
slip
softly
into a cool tropical breeze.
Papagaio
screeches
home across the pastel hues
of a dusking sky.
and
Night slides
ever so gentle
from under the leaves
of Breadfruit tree.
and here
you are,
with me.
obtuse absurdities disguised in the esoteric and abstract
seeking infinity
in a
tumble of
words
and feeling,
the truth fails,
victim
to lust
and fear.
loosening the bonds
of need and
embracing the void
of love,
we fall
back
into ourselves
ready to soar once more.
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