UniversalColour

1. The woman digs for human bones, To lay them by her bed, To kiss them before she sleeps. After all, human bones promise sweet dreams.

faith o faith O phantom light thou dwindle in the dark like a frail and unshielded child whose flesh is weak and eyes etched with precocious care o faith o faith wherefore thy name declared I was told it would withstand the most difficult adversities O faith o faith thy bud of spring too late to bloom hath thou been prophesied the coming of hopelessness and doom? would I find thee O faith o faith when mine feet would carry me to angels from Heaven with artillery which is made from God's Holy words, would I find thee white with Holiness and Chastity that I would find thee shining bright like the candle of day? O faith O faith I search for th

i need to stop looking for death in every body my fingers touch. i have been force fed old lovers, & slices of the moons lying dust for years- i am messy poems; i am fractured confessions. i am laughter & teeth. my jaws ache with the taste of wolves blood, & names. i am still hungry. give me your sugar; I will share my breath. remember, you are still made of starstuff, & i am no longer caged.