Vines #3

  • anhedonia in blossom—
    the warmth of the sun
    only skin deep  

    an iceberg lies submerged  
    somewhere yet-to-be-seen   

    while her secrets   
    rest quietly  
    others fester  

    sap oozes from scars  
    long left by carved hearts  

    counting the rings 
    on a transneptunian 
    moonshadow 

    the still point 
    between pleasure and pain 
    becomes a gem  

    glistening on petals 
    as the surf subsides

    a sudden storm
    in a butterfly dream
    of chaos

    i return to the center
    and awaken as myself 

    the snake's tail
    circles out of
    its mouth
     
    Clayton Beach / Hansha Teki