It does not just happen till spring’s met winter and the burn of its chill wrenches away every leaf of your branches cold as the cold wind blows the veneer you believe is you it’s just superficial untested a pure seeming a childish innocence smiling and ignorant then the split of sudden change rends you…
Author: Arya Sunyata
The seeming
Who is this trapped behind the glass persistently trying to get past an invisible wall of pride who is this who sees through these eyes casting my hooked appetite thoughts caught with a visual net that keeps the construct of sight and insight in a desperate tango dancing in between life and death this impossible…
The practice of the mirror
That sudden feeling that you know this smile on this face is familiar but not safe intimately you know this one you see before you is wild untamable suddenly self-conscious you are taken aback And to think you even thought for a juicy moment dripping in judgment that she’d been staring shamelessly at you this…
Floating in between
I chafe at the chaotic happening of everything surfing a wave of uncertainty daily and all the serious well-to-do people who have it all figured out keeping their neat little boxes and call it “reality” but the invented nature of imputation makes it more an “irreality” projected figures dancing what every thing weighs as if…
Together apart
I feel the distance between you and me all the time my imperfect shores aching for your horizon caught within the limits of my elements rough bones of earth sandy coasts draped in silver water skin sunset’s breath colors my hair all hues of pink and orange the sun’s fire rests tonight moonlight croons and…
Storm with a skin
I am a pile of defects always trying to sort themselves out kinks in a net all knotted up wrapped around a rusty anchor I am a pile of defects an idiosyncratic night road I walk to the light waking to a moan rolling over in the morning then I absorb you like a smell…
On getting back up
Disappointment is a gritty pause between what you hoped for and what you got when you have to make do with what you thought you wanted it’s the inevitable letting go to your lack of control it’s hard to know for sure what this flow is all about this acceptance that is not defeat the…
Fears conquered
The dark edge of the bed screamed muffled in the middle of the night a black glove creeping up against the wall smothered inhibitions he got in too close like a burglar stole what was not his politely jaded pried me open with force and soft words innocence devoured can you open like this? as…
Sir Galahad and the Witch
I lean into this with my woundedness and the reach of a witch part of this pact to understand is in your hand burying her hideous into your chest all my mediums useless against your skin un hechizo healing with your flesh I can be whole freeing my final stretch a hopeless romantic sin remedio…
The Syncretist
I have to admit it’s true the one thing about you that tastes rough and hard to swallow is your too American views in all matters on the how to’s of love and what to do about the truth materialism is built into you unequivocal though unintentional the transactional measurements of the psychosexual functional neurotic…