Implacably Human
The dawn settles
pensive and oyster-shell pink
into the stinging arms
of another edge-less morning.
–
Each day I wake up
drifting from one
dream to another,
transparent and ubiquitous
like a jellyfish.
–
It was the lies
that caused the breach
not what those lies
sought to obfuscate.
It is always the lies
but no one gets that
they think
trust is lost
in the imperfections,
in the momentary cruelties.
We all lie.
When I say
I am certain
that is always a lie
because I never am.
I don’t know
means more
than pity anyhow.
I don’t know
is implacably human.
–
Sometimes
I want to hear
nice things.
I want to be
spoken to the way
a child speaks
when blowing off
the head of a dandelion.
I want the dusk
delicate and womb soft
to envelop me
but mostly it is the moon
that I want
tremulous, pock-marked, inconstant
to fill me
with her mournful, pink cries.
mindlovemisery 
A poignant poem as always; it touches on some matters that I myself interpret or inquire about in the same ways; and I love the nature motives present as a shadow to the human emotions talked about.
Also very joyous to know my artwork inspired you. Thank you so much for sharing!
thank you for your beautiful words
Your writing, the exquisite imagery is ever stunning…I’ve been away for awhile, glad to be reading you again.
Oh thank you, what a tremendous compliment =)
You’re sincerely welcome.
Gorgeous. I especially love the closing line: “with her mournful, pink cries”
Thank you Shawna!
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nettle sting
settle
all along the beach
silica and tentacle s reach
pain and desire
i want more
right fucking now
I love the flow, it has impact
i see ok fine ty.
have to rock that aria.