Forget my name; I never existed.
~
Tonight, the night glows.

You tell me stories of the past and read me tales of enchantment, Greek mythology – immortal love.
I am your goddess and you are my days.

Excerpts from Whitman’s Leaves of Grass

I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so,
I cannot define my life, yet it is so.





THIS COMPOST.

I.

SOMETHING
startles me where I thought I was safest;
I withdraw from the still woods I loved;
I will not go now on the pastures to walk;
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea;



SONGS OF PARTING
...
Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best,


And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.

Sleep is not a method of release I do not miss a single thought nor am I able to forget my reality a lack of diagnosis is significantly more terrifying than a death sentence there is one and she is too young and her reality is illogical and harsh at the moment there is another and she is taking another’s love and caring for granted there is me I crave heights and strangers

That which I know
That which I know
The people I love
I love them dearly
And the winding path leads the wonderer to a solid oak doorway opening into a vast desert
{dessert of choice: Tiramisu}

sickness
delirium
causation?
fever
fatigue
If only sleep produced the desired effect…

Your darkest desires are all in your head.