Sunday, May 24, 2009

Roasted onions


Dropped























A
Tear:
A world
Inside which
I would lose myself,
Translucent ocean of grief,
Its fluxes dictated by its own moons, chimeras.

I
Want
To drown
In that world;
Lost in its currents,
To glide, drift, caressing that cheek,
Fall – dizziest moment – coming to rest on her breast.

To
Lick
The salt,
Taste the brine
Bitter with sorrow,
Forbidden dreams, sunken mermaids:
A whole world in torment, crying, calling in its sleep.

I
Must
Confess
This to you:
I feel no desire
To quench those tears, to lift her soul.
Those lips may murmur endearments but the heart smiles, still.



Tear image derived from stock by Dark-dragon-stock at DeviantArt.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

R for Reflection




(before someone asks... This was taken in Nancy. The thing reflected is the roof of the medieval Ducal Palace. Or rather a part thereof.)