PrettyThings9

Dark water, dark waves. The night is thick. Black rocks and black slip stream, the sound of sea on skin, slick, sucking, soft. The spray whispers and whispers the same sad song. It's not enough, not enough. It is cold and sometimes he imagines the sea watches back, with wet, luminous eyes. Remember, remember. It's too cold, but he doesn't care, watching the sea glide back and forth, he imagines a dark mass amongst darker masses that separates itself and slips back into the sea, hair waving like weed, the smell of salt. He remembers. Wet eyed girl, not soft and sad but hard like sea coal washed by the waves, the scent of salt in her gr

It is easy To forget. And forget that we live. To sink deeper into cloying scents of rose and opiate, A dull suffocation Of silk petals. The days lengthen, the sun rises A candle which never extinguishes And the heady days seem endless Time stands still Stagnates. The dust settles. The paper yellows. The inky ribbon dries and curls and turns to ash. The typewriter is still. The air thickens, condenses, Crystallises, and every movement floats And waves unbroken in dull opium haze. And Then Puncture. The sky splits a seam of silver, and the vaulted clouds Are torn to reveal the infinite bright universe. The rain Ploughs

I remember They told me once That humans were created With two faces, four arms, four legs, One heart. The gods fearing their power Separated them, forcing them To wander the world Searching for the other side of themselves. The other part of me. I did not believe Then. In that far off time Before I met you Before I realised I had only lived half a life Of the life I would live with you. Strange to walk the world and not know What it is that is missing, To think I did not know every slip and hollow of your body As intimately as I know my own. To fuse not just flesh but essence, As you fill the gaps in me I fill the gaps

True blue, the sky swoops down to brush my cheek, Clouds gather, bluer, darker, deeper. True blue, the fingerprint of god, In my eyes, the stars hidden by the black, the sky. Under my eyes the bruises gather Bluer, darker, deeper. True blue, shattered through shards of leaves, Shudder as paper children. True blue veined by treebranch staves, tracery of Yellow bark stripped bare and peeling Skin curling, turning, shudder as the sea. A wave that breaks and beats and burns. Foam gathers, bluer, darker, deeper. True blue the heartbeat shudders. True blue veined cold as a stone. Tracery of lives lived through transparent sky kissed

The first fear being unguarded knowledge, We decided to rectify by burning your books. Great funeral pyres we built. If you look closely You'd swear you could see those wingéd words Flying upwards on inky pillars of smoke. This fear once established was hard to dislodge. So freedom of speech and thought had to go. Great funeral pyres we built If you look closely You'd swear they were shouting those heretical words, Writhing in the flames and the heat. The final fear being freedom We set about burning your boats. The first fear, and the last. We keep you safe from fear and harm.