honey and sting

interesting stuff!

http://univ-tlse2.academia.edu/CyrilCamus/Papers/404344/The_Outsider_Neil_Gaiman_and_the_Old_Testament

to the prompts: Methos, Spring

Methos envies the Spring
for the artless grace with which
the tiny green leaf unfurls,
for the cleansing of the rains,
for the nuanced gradation of light
into something tender and delicate.

His rebirth is a more cruel proposition.
Life skewers him like a spear,
piths him on the spike
of awakening. Rends him with its enlivening,
until he is weary and dissolute.

Still, he'll take it.
Every time.

to the prompts: galaxies, precious stones


i don't want to think
how these atoms, the atoms of the air
you breathe, wetly, into me,
were forged
in the fires of creation
in some galaxy before this,
before the last reboot
of everything

i don't want to know, now,
how, spiraling
through all narrative and time,
human desire emerged,
and what its place is
in the larger scheme of things

i only want
your breath inside me.
not the jewel of understanding
but your voice
low and rumbling
as it penetrates
my skin