©2021 Michael Raven
whispered secrets
as hands drift
ribs to hips
before fading
behind the veil
shamanic word nomad
©2021 Michael Raven
whispered secrets
as hands drift
ribs to hips
before fading
behind the veil
©2021 Michael Raven
fingertrace
feathertouch
softlinger
nipplestiffen
gaspbreath
you
© 2021 Michael Raven
on the rock-strewn strand
crows dance away from waves
laughing
©2021 Michael Raven
eyes to stars
crazy circles
lacuna spinning
round and round
winter still on
the wind
And the streets were awash with the blood of the innocents, sacrificed to slaughter
The crowds all drunk on power and madness as the noise grew ever louder
And I could hear the knives being sharpened and I wished that it was over
Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter
Yay! It finally came! I guess I have some reading to do this weekend…
This totally makes up for the delayed receipt of the phone I was expecting this afternoon. I was getting mighty salty about that, but now I at least have something new to look through this evening.
The laws of gravity are very, very strict And you're just bending them for your own benefit One minute she says She's gone to get the cat in The next thing I know She's mumbling in Latin She cut the stars out of the sky And baked them in a pie Yes, that's how I know That she's got a new spell
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pressing stigmata to these hands arthritic these eyes cataractic twisting twisting on the wall conspirators nodding this is the way this is the way inside as raw meat twists still
©2021 Michael Raven
the norn are a-weaving & i am tangled in their skein
©2021 Michael Raven
it seems only right
flesh should mirror
my putrified soul