She is not a Rose


Neither rose

Petal or bud

Can be

As she –

The woman

Of the water

Who levels

Out the unbearable

Sound

With a

Tranquil moment

 

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Devil-shine


Reality

Asphyxiates

All

As lightning

Fixates the eyes

Burning, blinding –

Bleaching

In a moment

The day in

Devil-shine

 

The Lover’s Leap Lies in Pieces


sonnets of souls

separated by space –

sound out

in that place

between

where the

breath of angels

cool in divine

circumstance

and timekeepers

stand reticent

by gates

holding back fate

reluctantly

to

people parted

by

blunt

location