Tag: David Estringel

Black Wreaths (a winter’s settling)

This old house,she’s a keeper,hoarding cracks,panes and groans.Where the shadow’s stretch,there’s a fire,it cackles and spitsand tears the cold down.Where you’ve gone,I can’t follow.Where you stand,nothing’s there.‘til I go,I cannot follow.Maybe, time will take me there.The floorboards creak.Window’s moaning.She’s telling tales—never lies.This house—it’s telling secrets—flicks on the lightsand I come undone.Where you’ve gone,I can’t follow.Where... Continue Reading →

Amas Veritas

Blue blushof midnight skin—cold flamebeneath fingertipsand wanting lips—stokes fireand love spellsunder Moon’sicy ring.Burn with mean houra minutea second moreand fadeawayinto the oblivionof Starry Night,casting circles,casting awaysinew and bone—the meatthat binds us here—and revelin the airof boundless expansesand a wine-stained kiss. More from this Author Read More in Poetry

Indigo

The curtains pullcross the landscapebehind my eyes—the way they doon days like this—emergedfrom sleep,from splashes of waterin the basin,and black coffeepast a sugared tongue.Praised be drip-dried epiphaniesthat swirland stir ‘neath drowsy lids,over smoking toastersand morning papers,rousing consciousnesswith gentle shocksike chewing aluminum foiland the last lick of a taser’s kiss.There’s a blue sky outside.A blue blue,The... Continue Reading →

Sitting Shiva

Love (this love) has left the room feet first— a procession of embers and ash. Illusions. Delusions. Damnable oxygen thief! So goes the stuff of paper hearts and fiery tongues, of promises—hollow—  past oily lips and teeth that bite,sworn, born to outlive names etchedon gravestones.  Won’t you kill me, softly, with one last kiss? Blitheful consciousness. Walking sleep. Ignorant bliss. Thencall the shomer down the street. He really knows his Job. Rip the collar, drape the mirror, pawn the wedding silver. Take... Continue Reading →

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