A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

love

  • the touch of ink-stained hands

    How best can I put into words my lovefor you? How can I show you how…

  • After the Lizardfolk

    I trace my lips to see if they’re still real.They tingle yet from when they met…

  • dark fantasy

    I wonder if you still have any interestin hearing my darkest desires? There’s one I held…

  • the weave

    Raw and alive, this tapestry accepts meas if it has waited the entirety of known history(and…

  • Queen Bea

    “The Queen is dead!” Weaving his way through the bustle of Monday morning crowds, the town…

  • Floriography

    Flowers were not your native language.Clumsy conversations, and mixed metaphors. Symbolic depth was lost on youas…

  • forever or I’ll never

    You know I never thought that highly of myself,more aware of flaws and faults than any…

  • The greatest of these things

    I live in absolute certainty of your good opinion,the safety of your love is a mug…

  • All in

    Mesmerised. You’re an arcade game upbeat music, pretty lights,and those little trills rewarding me for good…

  • Wreckers

    You had me, in my entirety, without reserve.A shiny new car, fresh off the lot, barely…

  • Butterflies

    Those butterflies are deadshe said, and I agreed – neither one of us was wrong,but referencing…

  • Epping

    You looked at me, your features markedwith concern and an uncertainty. I askedthe matter (my love,…

  • Soulmates

    Miscarriages of justice: I grow upmisunderstanding. Worse, I believethe lies, the errors, propagating themthrough no fault…

  • For the meadow of the royal fortress

    My second self, if there is but one thing I know with certaintyit is the surety…

  • Pursuit and Rest

    I am surprised you found me here; it is dark and dirty. I am well hidden,…