The Tender kneels before her charge

To practice love in quiet ways

A little knife cuts memories large

And trims the grass around the stone

We sit in silence, our punk rock princess kicks smooth the ground

Our heart survey turned up lacking, like a failed game of operation

Hands touch, breath eases, we rest within the other’s sounds

Her weak smile makes a final stand and like that, she’s gone

A fog of faith

Cleansed in cold rain

Shifts a pilgrim’s path

Marrow deep, it becomes me

Beast I never meant to cherish

Magic and blood in the slaying

But not before Beauty rests

Beside my beast, in fellowship

Separated by a thousand shadows

I want only to disintegrate into you

To find that holy peace in silence of our own

Ex umbris et imaginibus in veritem

Eleven forty-five p.m.

Lights out

Humanity out

Alone with herself

She plots escape

Blissful amnesiac how lovely to forget

You wonder why I’m insane

But I’ve been living with your twin selves

All this long while.  And attending

To whichever screams the most

Know exactly what you’ll say in the morning

But I can’t think of that now

I don’t hate you nearly enough

To deny you tylonol and throw you out

I just hate myself enough to stand you

Ripped from the wreckage

The familiar burns before her

And she longs to run back in

To feel the soot in her lungs

To die the death of what she’s loved

But they won’t let her near

Those who cannot feel

The pull of a spectacular end

The way the crow flies

Distance shrinks away

That’s how I’m coming

To you, only, stay