They h u n t stray whispers
that softly erode the night
preying upon stars.
“For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
Sweet d i s r u p t i v e calm
placates her lonesome chaos—
stillness soothes her soul.
Swathed in s i n f u l bliss
she breathes in unseen traces
of their languid lust.
She bathes in mornings
of s t r a w b e r r y coloured sun
and crumpled linen.
“I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”
shelter the seedlings of loves
destined to r e b l o o m.
In darkness beyond
past lives once-treasured he greets
n e o n transcendence.
A faceless shadow
anchors him to p e r i s h e d hope—
echoes stain his skin.
“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned.
Chaos is being yourself.”
― Emil Cioran
“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.”
―Carl Gustav Jung
In silence they pause
to exchange unspoken gloom,
mourning l o s t rainbows.
lingers in the wake of their
h a p h a z a r d romance.
s h a t t e r sweetnesses once shared—
outside it rains slow.
“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”
― Frida Kahlo
she whispers softly to the dark
to a t o n e their love.
The s l o w morning melts
what was of yesterday; soon
darkness will return.
Doused in her sunset
she watches a b a n d o n e d clouds
tumble in the sky.
“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”
― May Sarton