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DesideratoDesiderato by *Void-Hamlet-Herself
Desiderato
To speak of desire, rarely is sufficient.
Desire is a doing word.
It burns from within,
smolders in our eyes,
spins heat haze visions.
Such smoke cannot be sighed out:
This fire has to erupt.
*
Volcanoes make great poets.
*
There are those who dream,
and those who do.
I dare you to dream out loud,
open your mouth,
a hiss-sigh of flame
(burn or be burnt)
open my mouth,
a kiss-sigh of flame
(burn and be burnt)
And when we wake up
with you still in me,
my volcano warrior
of a thousand words,
I dare you to be
silent,
I dare you to do.


Spring Shadows Spring ShadowsSpring Shadows by *Void-Hamlet-Herself
The shadows of my home withdraw
to darker corners and quiet hours.
No longer whispering, they are
embracing cautiously each other.
Their trembling, slender fingers sway
to wind nocturnes for blooming branches.
A falling apple petal leaves
a fleeting trail, a shadow tear,
a moving target on the wall,
escaping through the open window.
| ... and other stories. |
| The multifarious ways in which others see the world. |
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