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Lay me in a shallow grave
beneath the maple tree.
The one I carved
with a crooked heart
when we were but two
or three.
Let wind,sun and rain
wash my decaying skin.
Let roots of the maple
sink deep to bone within.
Seeking sustenance from the marrow
of my very soul.
Let the very heart of me
feed our carven tome.
Leave me in a shallow grave
beneath the maple tree.
The one where we had
our first true kiss
when we were sweet sixteens.
Let well-fed worms and busy ants
dispose of all the scraps.
Splintered bones lay nestled
in a twisted ball of root.
In return for a maple's skin
to cut an undying mark for you.
Spread a bed of lilies
over what used to be my grave.
Watch them bloom as years go by
and you wither with old age.
Stare up through the maple's leaves
to see the forever and a day
I carved for you in that tree.
beneath the maple tree.
The one I carved
with a crooked heart
when we were but two
or three.
Let wind,sun and rain
wash my decaying skin.
Let roots of the maple
sink deep to bone within.
Seeking sustenance from the marrow
of my very soul.
Let the very heart of me
feed our carven tome.
Leave me in a shallow grave
beneath the maple tree.
The one where we had
our first true kiss
when we were sweet sixteens.
Let well-fed worms and busy ants
dispose of all the scraps.
Splintered bones lay nestled
in a twisted ball of root.
In return for a maple's skin
to cut an undying mark for you.
Spread a bed of lilies
over what used to be my grave.
Watch them bloom as years go by
and you wither with old age.
Stare up through the maple's leaves
to see the forever and a day
I carved for you in that tree.
Literature
Nothing Pure Shall Fade
Sunshine forever falls
despite night's misty shawl.
Sweet-springs that constant drain
are filled with summer's rain.
And flowers, blooms subdued
from winter's frigid mood,
in spring are quick remade.
Nothing pure shall fade.
Literature
Pure Seduction
Allow me a sweet morsel of your time
To remove the static numb
Of internet speed.
I will give you in return
The slow, rhythmic, dance
Of a lovers need.
Breathing hot life
Into your untapped dream
Let me drench you
In connected release
Leaving you spent
In ardent steam.
Literature
penitential
the mountains ask me why i’m broken,
their voices thrumming through my tripping
heart and burrowing in
my bones.
i tell them i can’t explain why my fingers
can’t grasp their promises-
why we’re both too frozen to offer any warmth
as consolation.
they arch their spines in rigid acceptance,
palms braced against the sky
in prayer-
resignation is all they’ve ever known.
i carve myself into the earth,
breathe birth and bark and blood
and burrow into their sides-
they hide their tears in trembling lips
and sightless eyes.
it seems even the strongest of us
sometimes
have
to crack.
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