“You have never
Had to steal my breath
Or take it away,
Somehow
You have always
Managed to convince me
To hand it over
Freely.”
What kind of monster
Is my love for you
That I only feel alive
When its teeth
Are piercing
My heart
What kind of torment
And bliss
Are those moments
When your nails
Score lines
Into my curves
And the sting
Is sweetened
With a kiss.
“I’ll throw
My voice
into
The stars
And maybe
The echo of
my words
Will be written
for you
In the clouds
By sunrise.
All I am trying to say is:
I will love you
Through the darkness.”
“Do you love me?”
He asked
With breath held tight
Oh my darling Jupiter
I have always loved you
As Persephone loves the earth
Do you recall
Those moments
Between the breath of creation
When we floated amongst the stars?
I said to you
I’ll love you through all our lives
And in the darkness too.
“She could not make sense
Of the things that were meant for her,
But she was drawn to it all.
And when she was alone,
She felt like the moon:
Terrified of the sky,
But completely in love with
The way it held the stars.”
As the halo of the moon
Dips to kiss the fevered trees
Night’s creatures stir and croon
My wayward tears are caught on knees
Knees planted firmly in red southern clay
Yet a mind Spinning and wild with stars
And there’s nothing they can say
To force rogue soul behind gold bars
I dreamt the halo kissed you too
And left a mark upon your brow
Each day to be renewed
An immortal strumming vow
I will wait for you beneath the halo
I’ll walk dark paths to find my peace
Softly, cradled by the weeping willow
Rest to be had, yet no release
You have my heart
Never should you question this
We knew, you and I, from the start
The moon chose us, blessed and kissed.
I am the air
As it glides over your skin
And hair
Breath me in, my love
And I’ll anoint you
With the sweet fragrance
Of myrrh and rose
I am the song
A melody of colors
And light
Dance to me, my love
And I’ll enfold you
In the crook of arm and breast
As we drift softly Into sleep
I am the moon
Goddess of the violent tide
and a wolf’s wild heart
Howl for me, my love
And with silvered hands
I’ll lift you
Into the warmth of my skies.
One night, as I slept, I began to dream
That I was Alice in a field of green
And there you were, running by
With your pocket watch, jacket, and tie
I waved to you, “hey, wait for me!”
You rushed on, Can’t wait, I’m late! I can’t miss tea!”
“But I’d like to come along,” I said to you
“Then hurry! Don’t lapse! You’ll be left behind if you do.”
So I followed behind you as fast as I could
Until we reached a thorny black wood.
You gave it no thought as you raced on by
But the thorns tore my clothes and dug in my thigh.
“Hey! Wait for me, I’ve been caught!”
“I have no time to wait! You’ll have to keep up, like it or not!”
I couldn’t catch up so you ran on ahead.
I had nowhere to rest so the thorns were my bed.
Slowly, I freed myself and mended my wound,
And then you came back saying, “time to go, very soon.”
“You must keep up this time.” You began to scold.
“I will try,” I said. “Can you give me something to hold?”
You gave me the tail of your jacket to grasp
As faster and faster the world flew past.
I held on with all my might
Dragging the ground, Eyes closed tight
I slammed into trees
And skinned both my knees
“Can you slow down? I’m losing my hold.”
“I can’t stop here! I’m late and it’s cold!”
Unable to grip, I finally let go
A small, sad figure, lying in the snow.
Then opened my eyes and saw you there
My gaze meeting your resentful stare.
“You should have kept up! Why’d you let go?”
“Now look at you, lazing in snow!”
All I could say to meet your demand
“perhaps, if you’d paused to give me your hand?”
-LM Jones
Lying in the emerald grasses
My favorite place to be
Nature whispers as she passes
“Throw off sadness and dance with me”
She carries the scent of water and earth
Trailing silver clouds on her cloak
The birds of the air echo her mirth
Wrapping me with healing as she spoke
The chimes of the clock tower swept over my face
Like the phoenix that I am, I begin to rise
Floating on the wondrous symphony of this place
Ash no more, as I soar through the skies.
-LM Jones
This is a recomposition of one of my favorite composers Antonio Vivaldi. It’s named Summer but spotify notified me that I always listen to it in the fall. It must speak of Autumn to me. enjoy.
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |
In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.