Submissions by Mabon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Magnetic, we are all that remain.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jan 2017 5:40am
13th Jan 2017 5:40am
Conflagrant
No matter how far I reach
my fingertips do not touch you.
Yearning arms undulate like flame,
but you are not there -
my phoenix, you lit fire
each feather in your span
released
a cosmos of suns into this newfound night
and I rippled in pain
as you danced away.
my fingertips do not touch you.
Yearning arms undulate like flame,
but you are not there -
my phoenix, you lit fire
each feather in your span
released
a cosmos of suns into this newfound night
and I rippled in pain
as you danced away.
596 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jul 2016 5:18am
17th Jul 2016 5:18am
Flare
Come closer, Love
so I can be
little spoon,
soft hand in hollow of hip
seeking out
divine
vibratory warmth
disabling
before I dig in
to your flame,
plunging icy hands
inside your fire,
digits
lacing through vertebrae
looking for the synapse of release
toes
tangling
around misfiring capillaries,
wiring you into my disease
curling us into winter crescents.
so I can be
little spoon,
soft hand in hollow of hip
seeking out
divine
vibratory warmth
disabling
before I dig in
to your flame,
plunging icy hands
inside your fire,
digits
lacing through vertebrae
looking for the synapse of release
toes
tangling
around misfiring capillaries,
wiring you into my disease
curling us into winter crescents.
772 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2016 6:35pm
14th Jul 2016 6:35pm
Madness
we beat ploughshares
into meat hooks
and make war hammers
out of tongues
as I beg you
do not rip the seals
devoutly stitched
before I knew what magic was
decibels strolling
through the pickets of our teeth
as if threading shadows together
isn't madness enough
we dig graves
in other people
to hide our maggots
into meat hooks
and make war hammers
out of tongues
as I beg you
do not rip the seals
devoutly stitched
before I knew what magic was
decibels strolling
through the pickets of our teeth
as if threading shadows together
isn't madness enough
we dig graves
in other people
to hide our maggots
859 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2016 10:08am
14th Jul 2016 10:08am
Reconciliation
You are not the sun.
It doesn't set behind your lungs
or rise faithfully from your stride,
but climbing rungs of ribs I can pull the rubies
from your throat with my beak.
Sharp as obsidian I knap
my tongue into a weapon,
scrubbing your insides with sand
until the ghosts of long dead tides
draw breaths of beauty and mystery.
The shadows of your bones lie.
Only echoes remain, ricocheting
paralyzed hymns toward a moth eaten moon.
Ether, baby.
I lift starless wings
above the wound of your name;
and curse...
It doesn't set behind your lungs
or rise faithfully from your stride,
but climbing rungs of ribs I can pull the rubies
from your throat with my beak.
Sharp as obsidian I knap
my tongue into a weapon,
scrubbing your insides with sand
until the ghosts of long dead tides
draw breaths of beauty and mystery.
The shadows of your bones lie.
Only echoes remain, ricocheting
paralyzed hymns toward a moth eaten moon.
Ether, baby.
I lift starless wings
above the wound of your name;
and curse...
915 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2016 10:04am
14th Jul 2016 10:04am
Dig
Deep in the solstice sky
behind backbone
webbed ether undulates
I dig in up to my elbows, rocking
with the motion.
Suns diffuse into stars
sutures dissolve into scars
winking pinpricks where God drug her nails
Am I planting,
or am I mining?
Corpuscles sluicing
wisdom shudders
and gives birth,
dying in the same instant.
behind backbone
webbed ether undulates
I dig in up to my elbows, rocking
with the motion.
Suns diffuse into stars
sutures dissolve into scars
winking pinpricks where God drug her nails
Am I planting,
or am I mining?
Corpuscles sluicing
wisdom shudders
and gives birth,
dying in the same instant.
813 reads
6 Comments
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