Now they’ll sleep alright :: SOTD


“You know the shape,
my breath will take,
before I let it out.”

(by me)

potions of sleep run naked
through my bloodstream
bleeding out into duvet covers and
barbed wire dreams
calling for reconsideration

with eyes closed
I can still feel you there
controlling even my lunar escapes
becoming one with my skin
and my bones

Once I was a wolf myself
fanged and unruly
howling into the night
pouncing on the holy,
the lonely,
the beautiful

my god,
we were both so beautiful

but now I shudder under the moon’s glow
counting hours between the wax
and the wane
afraid to admit I can no longer
taffy stuck in all this confinement

I miss the beast
the raucous wanderer
the gypsy souled feast of the stars

you loved her once
didn’t you?

I loved her, too

but now we separate
fur from the flesh
silence from the scream
like days into nights

but I can still feel you
trying to reclaim
what once was mine
trying to revive
the death of denying

trying to live me again

Now They’ll Sleep :: Belly

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Los Angeles writer, dreamer and gypsy soul who harbors an obsessive love of music and lyrics, and writes about them with passion and insight, as well as sometimes waxing poetic on books, films and travel.

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