©2021 Michael Raven

the veil is thin
tonight || tonight
i think i might
lose my way
wandering foggy
moor paths
rock filled, knives
were it not for
anchoring lace knots
tied to many
possible pasts
carried buried
safe within my chest
blooded with the
midnight trains
never made &
lovers lost
in darkest shadows

otherworld stalking
i will-o-wisp
alight & thither where...
ça et là
& everywhen between
ghosting through the murk
i kissed you in passing
do my lips still burn
on your full, lush breast?
i saw you there:
a secret smile
i drift
silent & home
Photo by Francesco Ungaro on

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