Love Your Dark

I like real problems, the human condition—twisted, darker stuff. ~ Drea de Matteo

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I have never left you,
my heart, you stopped seeing me
when you forgot how to
love your dark.

I watched you watching me,
seeing your wild fire burning
in my eyes and thinking
all that want (and wicked) was mine

alone.

I still watch for you,
my heart, believe that

in my hands
your twisted is safe…
believe me—

I haven’t left,
you stopped seeing me

loving you.
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Today is National Handwriting Day, so…

…and a bit more.
The background is a page from Vampiros, an anthology illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

 

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Out of Nature’s Bones

I was rambling about my hate-hate relationship with winter, when a lady said, “I know what you mean. These damn months always remind me of getting ugly and dying.” The comment caught me by surprise. Not only because the lady had no idea what I meant (I just hate cold weather), but because I have never equated getting old with ugliness. Beauty changes with time, that’s true… but time doesn’t kill beauty. Only people do that.

Anyhoo, here is a haiku trio that embraces beauty that comes with time:

after the first spring,
new miracles do flourish
out of Nature’s bones

the sun shines
in the fallen leaves
of New York

time-caressed blossoms
evolve under winter’s kiss,
showing new beauty

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for Poets United.