LillefeyI breathe words into your lungsLillefey by Rosary0fSighs
trapping syllables inside your ribs until they echo
shadow words taking form;
hope flight resting in the spaces
until we speak with the same tongue
tripping whole and unwhole,
until we breathe together (as one).
Your rhythm is mine
and I'm torn asunder in the gentle warmth of you.
Your body is a ship in the ocean
held underneath salt crystals that clasp you
as tight as an oyster
and I open your dress and let it fall
to the sand
and my hands trace those tender curves in the wan light
of morning, in a sea we created last night.
You see yourself as a wreck you seek to plunder
but I see only the skeleton of survivors that haunt the shore
beautiful ghosts that tresspass over my lips
with soft kisses in the early hours
and love letters I have left unwritten in my mind.
They wait for my pen, or courage enough to try to paint you with words,
and hang weightlessly above us.
while I press my hands through your ribs
sifting for gold dust
and the murmurs of y
Late Monet in a Boy's Bedroomyou have mourned for a childhood spentLate Monet in a Boy's Bedroom by glossolalias
siphoning color's touch from men with your eyes
unshut, begging at the heels of lovers who
wanted to know your shadows. you accepted them
into your bed, reminding yourself of such moments when
you lay back: powerless, aroused. his hands knew you
in wide spectrums they shouldn't have, but you lusted
and lust for another whose brush is careless, whose teeth
will paint your neck without praying to consequence,
who will have you jealously, selfishly: who will let you
call him by that paternal name that rots your liver, that
makes your tongue soft for affectations. he was a liar,
but a charming, intelligent man: an artist, blending his
The Half-Way PointWe had fallen together before;The Half-Way Point by callerofcrows
into love and into sleep
and as I careened from
one consciousness to another
I heard you speak to me.
Your whispers tint my dreaming hours
with rosy kisses and a gentle touch.
And when I hurtle down
through starlight and through stinging clouds,
you catch me as I go.
Through a veil of halfway-dreaming,
I reached out and brushed the wall instead.
I thought you'd turned to stone
and shivering I dreamed you left me
living life alone.
So when I woke I read your words
to reassure me you were well,
and I calmed my trembling like
you would if you were here.
I constantly come to terms
that my soul's hand is holding yours
and find my solace there.
time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starvedtime-spared drawers of dreams by your-methamphetamine
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
hope sings"We are too dark,"hope sings by Hfeather53
Twilight whistled to the cricket
With lonely lips.
"How will I find you?
How will I embrace my beloved
When I cannot see?"
"Listen," chirped he.
And with a lover's heart
His song overwhelmed the dark
Until Twilight opened her eyes to see.
Nightly, he guides her through,
That even when she cannot see
She is never alone.
A Little About Me on DeviantART:
I have been writing since I was about six years of age. I write for my own enjoyment, a sense of inner fulfillment, and I judge writing that I read on the heart and soul of a piece that speaks to me in that fashion only. I write how I desire to, and what I desire to...I have always had a rather personal rule of thumb that I live by: write to please only myself, and for the sheer enjoyment of doing so. I do not expect to earn a "quick buck," or even to "change the world," I just want to express my feelings through the hearts of my characters. I enjoy writing and reading novels of all sorts, but my favorite genres are Historical romance, fantasy, and suspense.
Away from DeviantART, I work daily in an Emergency room. Not surprisingly, there is always something exciting going on there. I do consider it my life’s work and love every minute of it. I also deem myself as a rather serious Abraham Lincoln scholar, and spend a great deal of my free time when not working studying, reading, learning, and eagerly collecting all things Lincoln.
What Can I Do For You Here?
As a former Literature Community Volunteer, I am very familiar with the community and will happily offer support to anyone who has questions or concerns at any time. I continue to strive my personal best to do whatever possible to make everyone’s experience here on DeviantART and beyond the absolute best that it can be.
Any other questions? Please feel free to send me a note.