Midnight dark hair frames your face Skin marked with runes and magic ink Lips of sacrificial wine and blood Full moon eyes see through my darkness Smokey incense heat Intoxicated by you Dragon's blood on your breath But it is me you are slaying And I die happily Slow moving Candle flame burning Stalking in… Continue reading witchcraft
I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings
I want to write more about love But I realise I don't know what love is
I miss the way you look when you are staring at something you love The awe in your eyes The gentle curve of an alomst-smile on your lips Your brow smooth, worryless. Me: Sally You: Jack I miss your gentle touch The way you gather me up in your arms... Me: a dandelion seed You:… Continue reading Yet…
She jumped into the passenger seat, never looking away from his dark eyes. She might have to keep them. She had a jar that would suit them perfectly.
A blog post where I ramble about finding new ink slingers and word smiths to stalk