Yet has wrapped her memories
In glowing white alabaster
The gems in her eyes long since
Without light.
He writes now these words
For one he has lost
In regret for his fear
And pain for her loss.
In Memoriam Eternam

Bring me back to the past one last time
Let me live life in that lie
That was truth beyond truth
In a place without clocks
And air that burns with stillness
Let me hold it now
Though tomorrow I heal
And the stain will fade
And I shall see the world fresh again

#larp #poetry #dresden

So much of me was left
In that emptied cup
That half-emptied bottle
And that catheter
Bag…

#poetry #recovery

The feel of the fangs on the inside of my lip
The biting sensation restrained
My secret maintained again this night
But the perfume of her lives each day in my mind
A strong scent memory that dreams to match the sun of her
The light of her eyes on the street a sight truly to be treasured.

Her body a beauty
Her beauty the bounty that carries me forward
Her bosoms clouds that lift eyes high even if they need to glance down
To see the breast that shelters such a powerful heart
The basso beat of life pounding in my ears
Whenever I think of her.

Glowing jewels her eyes that cast the light of the sky for me of a sun long banished my presence
Indeed, she walks the street with such poise and power
The flare of her dress leaves fewer memories
Than that of even the merest ghost of her smiles and

“What thin skin you have”
They repeat and endless refrain
As they take the skin they took
To make theirs fresh again.
“What thin skin you have
Have you ever toughened up”
As if they don’t kick the adults
And pretend they didn’t kick you as a pup.

Sugared ice refreshing you with each sip.
Let my name be like honey
As it dances from your lips.
Let me be your love
Each and every day.