Come back to me 🌪☁️🌏
The typewriter keeps clacking
Two pins on a map
I wish the world would fold itself
Under the weight of our vices
Your voice is soft
But it's so hard
Our moons are separating
hopping from here to 1Q84
Realities are shifting
Will it ever be as you swore?
Poem by me.
Illustration for my art and sensory project Ghosts of Christmas Past.
Hesychia
Rustling leaves on the soft meadow
heartbeats fluttering up to the trees
every touch a firework, our lungs feel shallow;
we laugh and wonder what the sun sees
Forever could be granted on this Lemnos easily
if only we weren't mortals under the rule of Hypnos
and his highness of a brother, but Thanatos' name
sounds so sweet in the warm embrace of another
Our sanctuary in the dappled light starts to freeze
throwing our souls from Helios to Nyx
everything goes under ocean black
with only the moon as our cover.
Time for final penance,
this temple graces us a little death
parting lips for one last kiss
Oh, what a mystery it is to love
a wild enchanted beast.
Poem by me.
Illustration is part of my project original art and sensory project Ghosts of Christmas Past.
"Care to join?" 🦌🌕
My exposed neck gives in
the heaviness of your gaze
tasting, crawling, slowly eating
at my bare skin
Despite the shine of the moon
the path behind us is long lost
When has ever a prey invited
its own demise so easily?
Foregoing all instincts
- "Care to join?" lets out of my mouth
To hell with the cost;
We lie down.
Naked.
Cursed.
Spellbound.
Poem by me.
Illustration is part of my project original art and sensory project Ghosts of Christmas Past.