

Submerged AsleepSubmerged by ~BirdStar
in our tepid sanctuary, unbroken by blink
The pond's bottom where the stones
have lost momentum
thrown, but slowed by the inky still of comfort,
the hurl cushioned to a sink.
It is warm to be waterlogged, and safe
Who cares that bubbles soon feel the surface break?
Popping out to a cold and airy hurt
reeds and willow veil the burst with a hushed and timeless sway
Our bodies bloated to lavender, pearled by milky grey,
while we close languid lids to the midges
and dream the swarm away.
Carried on a muted current, our hair winds
like eels
Limbs sliding through limbs when nudged by pillowed waves
eyes resting iridescent
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To The One Who Hums Some nights you sing screamingTo The One Who Hums by ~BirdStar
frantic drum of opal beetle wings
against the glass till dawn
dancing me fearful through the doors of dreams, fretful
with the frequency of vocal things
that insist on their freedom.
Some nights the buzz is just a hum
and the sleep deep as though you whispered
steady truth though your velvet flutter,
a soft vibration, not the screeching other
a moth dancing through the candle slumber,
exiting with the moon.
Don't crawl with obsidian bodies through my window!
Don't creep in the cracks of the wall.
Please, stay plush and soft, a vision carrier
Let me dream without knowing what's awake
what fears


Riding Her Wheel Certain as the Moon I cloak my intentionRiding Her Wheel by ~BirdStar
in the calm dark of a new potential
and steady as Luna
wax round into luminous fulfillment,
A coin turning slow into the broad side
of reflection
the bright howling point of culmination
the here and now,
the ovulation
Cyclical the inevitable shed
setting down,
taking on again Waning's shroud
retreating into quiet preparation,
reflecting a wheel turn of perfect
deliberation