

The Straight Way All the answers are right thereThe Straight Way by ~indigojester
Carved neatly, calligraphic letters on my skin
[Plain for all but never seen]
Slots I never fitted in
The memory of laughter
Bleeding me
Idyllic places to which Ive never been
Awake, or Id stay,
The smell of dust and spider webs
Crawling up my self-esteem
Faithless, you choke on lies and leaden skies
And I feel that my chest has long caved in.


Chiaroscuro Yin and yang, we were; trappedChiaroscuro by ~indigojester
in the eternal antithesis. Your arms
wrapped around my nape like a priest's stole,
following its shape
perfectly. You memorised
the curve of my ear with your lips,
and each intake of breath formed
an island I could live in. And yet,
though the contours of our bodies together
were twin waves, an altar
of desire and lust and perfect pain,
it was not meant to last. And I
still wonder homesick in those
momentary islands, those landscapes
of breath and death and shuddering
eternity, a pilgrim with no cause,
guided by blistered feet and long dead hope
into a sea of ice and fevered
memory.