Tracey Gunne - 2
If so. Then it shall be.
the blue cedars we ignoredyou stumbled dark onto the arbitrary surface
of my heart's grave. deep in the woods buried. all the unloved and brittle bones. i assumed forever meant a willingness to betray the necessary. no longer steady in the black and white. submerged beneath the divided shelter of your hands. the half moon frostbitten tips of spring form bruises out of love. but never in. summer's lust leaves us barren with branches tense. the rough bark undressed and ready for the sensation of a single breath. the autumn wind a reminder. a somewhat forgiving truth in this never ever land. love is fiercer than two souls combined. the blue cedars we ignored fondly confirm a lack thereof. love is the downward spiral of a sky falling through our seasonal essence. our infinite and intimate core. where winter left us cold, waiting. Single MotherShe offered us
the sweetest intentions inanimate smiles painted on with dark blue frosting filling our days with empty homecomings and a fear of being left behind We learned the same needs for the binding touch of a chaotic love where celibate nights cradled us from the free fall of unforeseen winds She wanted us to consider the happiness found in a sequestered heart but all we longed for was to be cherished like the photograph hidden instead of prayers she listed all of our goodbyes Goodbye Letter To My Daughterprotected in my silence you leave
and I can no longer reach kiss your eyelids goodnight remember all the days spent lost and searching memories of water falling gathered at the lowest point where everything ends uncertain the sunny corner you hollowed out the unveiling of wet sand, shells broken and the smallest piece of glass now, in a room you paint white sunlight reflects summer poured into bottles memories on your skin, soft blue and gold this could be an apology all I can offer is all that I am and was a story you learned but were never told inheritance of past mistakes knowledge that a heart incandescent in the moonlight can be strong enough (for DunkaSun) Careful SoldiersWe do not wear
hearts on sleeve they are protected in armored bags crisscrossed like the promises we made guarded by sealed purple lips and costumes sewn with flesh I will be you you be me morning nostalgialeft too long the longings remain damp
but fertile secrets kept beneath the cup overflowing laced with sugar bittersweet half-moon stains on the parchment wherein lies some boy you loved his moods shifting with the grey touch of the weeping willow that provided only shade for one |
Dark Sky ReserveI am moon to your jupiter
venus to your sun your glass eye reveals only what you need to see like how the milky way is a dimly lit and intricate labyrinth of resurrections and how the nebula of my torso hides a nursery of stars so if I kissed you in every dimension and every galaxy leads to forever could our love be the universe Swallowing Spiders in Your Sleepwell, lover, your fears although irrational are charming the misery you imagined hiding now travels closer dents in the pillowcase, tickle on your nose all evidence of my nocturnal wanderings weaving past desires through eyelash in spiral orbs of silk perversions I will leave eight reasons on your skin eight synonyms for love every vibration will lead me crawling inside your perfectly round opening a darkness so lovely complicated orangeyou offer testament in open fields forcing me into the still unknown where
the charitable orange of a breaking dawn betrayed my hopeful heart bound by common tragedy i stepped into your open palm bravely to atone for my congregation of sins all the times you fucked up smiling through imagined grievances still your hands remind me of a complicated garden where all my words are smothered by the depleted earth exposing me as a flower inlove with the sun even as it decays a beauty reminiscent and unraveling in the vines even as petals fall a bitter orange Triggersapproaching black shadow of a
memory rises with the warning of impending storm clouds encircling as the weak search for shelter in the rafters decaying... so simple really rain on the roof forcing us to stay inside a shallow pool of tears form surround the heart quiet waters whisper to the crescent lobe of lunar cycles and a child who once dreamed wings rested softly on her shoulders and i realize i never left that moonlit porch or the lake that tried to drown me Autumn PromiseBold and full of love I took you deep
into the forest where the trail ends and begins crimson leaves crushed beneath our hopeful yearnings you were guided by the fear of being lost or rather never being found but I led you down this path many times before and always chose to love you Late October means we are alone and the only sounds are your heart beating unsure and your breath burdened with a memory of her as you stumble over moss, ferns, not aware how safe in my footsteps if you will follow the river to where it falls Hydrangeaafter everything has fallen
the delicate blue and the insufficient white torn apart by the cloud's tears and mangled by a deceiving breath after beauty has come and gone to be placed in a crystal vase forgetting the warmth of mother's touch and left to die alone Imaging of Interior StructureSo hard to imagine
these thin white lines are bones and these crazy shapes eloquent as shadow on water will be arms I will hold and eyelids I will kiss and a heart I will know After six months I feel you move inside, touching all the dark corners you created At first I dreamed you some kind of nymph weaving veins moving patiently like a spider building yourself a temporary home and I wondered if you were scared in the loneliness of my womb your hands pressed against some invisible light like tiny stars |