He has a spot for you
on his wall,

between the rocking horse
missing a limb,

and the necklace of love locks
from the Pont des Arts.

When you no longer fit the mood,
when the #monotony of the world
has bled you dry,

there’s a place
where all things fade.

#vss365

she is but an echo

pale and light

from a distance
you see only the eyes
and nothing else

no more substantial
than a Mistral

you feel the same chill
each time she passes
through you

then the warmth
that you felt
when she first held you

filled you

now just a memory

#SatSplat

she was butterfly feet
the lightness of a shadow departing

she took the blue fire
from his chest

and clipped the dark bloom
of his thoughts

beneath willow lanterns
in her hammock

he would dream of a painted moon
and a #soliloquy of stars

in a bed of swan spun silk

#vss365

her fingers
petals of sun

a swirl of stars
in each eye

dark honey
spread across her lips

we kissed
& I was blind

but could still trace
lines of heat
on her skin

she drank
from the pool
of ink
in my chest

in death
& rebirth

she vanished
in a scattering
of leaves

#satsplat