Quiver

Literature -

[Filtered] poems by Josh

Spine;arching

Stupid Candy

[avonlea] -poems by Anke

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...And You

Somewhere
-in the midst of a midnight rain
She lives, breathes,
perhaps suffers the melancholy torment that such a night may induce.
Or- perhaps somewhere she lies with lids closed
shutters to a mind that beauty surpasses
the capacity to understand and recognize the depths of it.

And here, fair maiden, I wait for you;
every raindrop on my windowpane a tear that remains unshed
My hearth too cold to house hope.
As fruitless as the wait for a long absent godhead
so too seems my wait for you.
Where used to beat my heart
there is now a vacancy
that eternally is filled and refilled by the epitome of frivolity.
Leaving even sharper an ache when the tawdry medicine for my malady
wears
thin
a hunger for substance and not this poor replacement for it.
Loathed- this daily battle against emotional starvation
Come end it, dear, wherever you may be
like alms for the poor bring your richness and place it in my
outstretched
palms

-untitled-
She is hovering over my introspective form
Her countenance liken unto a protective mother’s
-with intentions less innocuous.
And with Her approach
Grievous towering infernos smolder into cessation in my heart,
doors are locked upon disdainful memories;
the mourning has ended and the morning has begun.
Her eyes, incomprehensible through verse falter in mine-
linger in an intangible embrace;
with neither pass key nor secret password
She lapses into the locked fortresses of my mind.
With the inimitable poise of Her face, Her eyes as they command,
"let me in"- She gains entry.
She walks the conjoined corridors of my mind and heart unadorned
Her soul and mine- nude- emotions intertwined.
A sigh passes from crimson lips onto my cheek;
a reverberating sequester for intimacy.
With Her aching breath, the reigns are placed in my hands.

-Thelema