Gossip-29.03.

they said Life taker

they said I was heartbreaker

some of it was true

 waking-29.03.25

you people can't know

the pressure of not feeling

wake  stranger and  gun

 Floating-17.03.25

long legs smile  a wink

`losing all my gravity

Irish girl magick 

 this poem has no name 14.03.25

láska, I miss U

comes across me phone

I waved goodbye

Through smoke

As you lit

The bridge

ablaze

I  cut the thread Sykes Fairbairn boot dagger

You dangled my heart

Watched as it fell

Shattered little black pieces  scattering and dissolving

couldn’t/wouldn’t

be

who you needed us  to 

be

those paintings

us

 engaged in a tryst 

he burned

not looking back 

angry

your passion 

was ecstasy

until it wasn’t

but you belong to 

a cold distant god

the status and security

you need so desperately

I am

what you see 

loved you then

love you now 

blood moon appears

I am but 

a shadow in the night

 Ash Wednesday-06.03.25

she worries her heart is not

big enough (warriors’ hearts always gigantic & warm)

I know

only

that love is the only strategy

love is amputation, every time

love is all there is “the priest 

makes a smudge

chants

“Remember that you are  star dust, and to star dust you shall return

love in the ashes

Ash Wednesday

 Ash Wednesday-06.03.25

she worries her heart is not

big enough (warriors’ hearts always gigantic & warm)

I know

only

that love is the only strategy

love is amputation, every time

love is all there is “the priest 

makes a smudge

chants

“Remember that you are  star dust, and to star dust you shall return

love in the ashes

Ash Wednesday

 survivor-11.03.25

4 years gone today

angry lonely just miss you

a kiss would be bliss