02-19-2024, 11:12 PM
Merlin's Cave
Love-cursed is right;
you didn't do it;
least not the cursed part.
No, you are no gorgon,
not even close.
I always wonder how anyone ever made it through
your walls.
And how many defeated their head on the out-
side
I feel I am walled up
inside your wall.
I can't go forward and I can't go backward.
And every direction I turn, I'm surrounded by your absence.
Does Anteros with his inverted arrows
satisfy, being turned to stone?
All I see beyond a scorched forest of the Impossible,
my drive and goal,
Love, even more impossible.
I might as well believe in God.
I See the Rainbows in Her Eyelashes
Things she says
remind me of characters from stories
I wish I knew in real life,
someone in a movie
with scenes
I'd love to emulate.
Screens enchant with her words,
a room changes colors
with each line
and between
as with visible stars in the
sunset.
With her, everything is new;
memories, minty discovered
secrets
of the universe.
Vibrant as a film that never gets old,
a book that never wrinkles.
I'd call her vivid, and she'd understand,
though I've never seen her:
Her mind is like that.
You can do a whole thread on the trope of lashes of eyes.
Love-cursed is right;
you didn't do it;
least not the cursed part.
No, you are no gorgon,
not even close.
I always wonder how anyone ever made it through
your walls.
And how many defeated their head on the out-
side
I feel I am walled up
inside your wall.
I can't go forward and I can't go backward.
And every direction I turn, I'm surrounded by your absence.
Does Anteros with his inverted arrows
satisfy, being turned to stone?
All I see beyond a scorched forest of the Impossible,
my drive and goal,
Love, even more impossible.
I might as well believe in God.
I See the Rainbows in Her Eyelashes
Things she says
remind me of characters from stories
I wish I knew in real life,
someone in a movie
with scenes
I'd love to emulate.
Screens enchant with her words,
a room changes colors
with each line
and between
as with visible stars in the
sunset.
With her, everything is new;
memories, minty discovered
secrets
of the universe.
Vibrant as a film that never gets old,
a book that never wrinkles.
I'd call her vivid, and she'd understand,
though I've never seen her:
Her mind is like that.
You can do a whole thread on the trope of lashes of eyes.


