Tiny Dancer

A thousand times I could die
Waiting for your love.
A wailing heart brings forth a song,
Of melancholy and mourning
For a love that only exists inside a box.
Unlatching, a tiny dancer turns
In melodic perfection, a pirouette of desire
What goes around, comes around, as they say.
She turns, again and again,
Always facing herself in the end.
Perfect imperfections splattered on a soul,
She’s there, at the tip of a tongue…
Little. Love. Lust. Lilith. Linger…
Never will her step falter,
For her puppeteer knows no other melody,
Save that of forgiveness and sorrow.
Alone, she turns, again and again,
Facing only but herself in the end.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Lifeless

TW/CW – abuse & trauma

When you hide his smile
All you see is the denial
Of the void he holds inside.

The cowardice of the unknown
Unbeknownst of his own desires
He sombered into the depths.

His tortured mind, fraught
Try as he might, he was never taught
To keep his head above water.

His knees buckle beneath
And his eyes see red
As he throws his beloved,
Back first into the metal bed.

She cries and screams,
Ripping herself open at the seams
She’d sworn she’d never do it,
No, not this time, not again…

He pleads and wails,
Takes the knife to his throat
Rife with regret, he boasts
She’s all too aware of his threat.

Aching from the pain,
Heartbroken and defeated,
She gives up, depleted
And takes him in her arms all the same.

If only she had seen then
The emotionless expression
Of his lifeless eyes.

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Loved – Ode to the Sea Pt. 3

Cry me to the Ocean
Accompany my words as they drift
Like sea glass, so beautiful and dull.
Sing me to the Storms
Caress my insecurities as they shift
Like babes sleeping, cradled by the lull.
Feed me to the Undercurrent
Destroy my woes with your gift
Like vultures, picking at the skull.
Take me to the Moon
Reflect on the depth of my tides as they lift
Like jagged rocks, smashing the hull.
Take me to the Edge
Hold my head under, make it swift
Like the drowning man failing to survive the pull.

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Seen – Ode to the Sea Pt. 2

Staring out at your infinite nature
The melancholy of the World
Hits like a wave breaking on the cliffs
Vague memories sink into the abyss
May the fish be their keep

Tides rushing out, like your dying breath
A waning moon rings the end, again
Luck has never been a better actor
In this infinite opera of life and death
Mere misunderstood moments
Brought to life by a laugh, a smile, a touch…
Lest we forget the beloved, cradled in the deep

You’ll be a part of me forever, standing true
A shimmering star, or a déjà vu.
I will always be me,
And you will always be you
No matter how deep the knife cuts
Or how much I break and weep.

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Lost – Ode to the Sea Pt. 1

Increase the murmur of your roar
Unbound force of eternally shifting worlds
Let the tides roll on heartbroken mounds
Banks of tears washed ashore

Your beauty captivates, breathless
Rendering young boys old, and old souls agape
Time immemorial bows beneath your shadows
Power to harness a million mournful moons

Many a few have wasted away in your waters
Embraced by the depths of the unspoken
Cradled softly by the currents
Of old wounds, and songs of solace

Kneeling in your wake, the last respite
Trembling hands, bracing for the breaker
As the rage subsides, glistening in the sun
You’ve taken him back, gentle in your favour

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Phoenix – Goodbye, L.

I wish I could hold in my hands,
your incandescent insecurities
and use them to fuel your fire.

Oh, what a sight…
Brightly consuming everything
until you emerge from the ashes,
— Radiant —

Yet I feel you slipping
melting through my fingers
down a path, I cannot follow…

A husk of who you appeared to be
anger sketched in steel
between the lines
of your beautiful face,
caught in a frenzy of fear
longing always to run
until there’s nowhere left to go.

I cry out!
The wind whistles in your hair
as part of me flies to catch up.
A little bird of love,
heart of gold and periwinkle,
who’ll follow you forever
no matter where you end up.

NB: Originally written in November 2018. 

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Terre connue – For S

19 janvier, 2019

Aujourd’hui, mon amour, j’ai le coeur lourd.
Non pas des éons qui nous séparent du monde
Alors que dorment les passants insouciants.
Mais tel un poids attendrissant,
Un bleu immédiat
Se prononce au fil du temps, sur ma douce poitrine,
Ton absence me pèse.

Tu es bien trop précieux, mon trésor
Mais tandis que les flammes caressent mes genoux,
Assise patiemment, dans l’attente de ton retour
Je sais que je ne puis te briser
Car ta force est celle des étincelles des cieux
Radieuse.

A se demander, parfois, comment dire?
La pluie fait fuir les goutelettes
La montagne assèche les rivières
Par le feu qui brûle en toi,
Incendiant mon coeur, ma personne, mon tout.
Je suis libérée de nouveau,
Des chaînes
Qui me penchaient vers le passé.

Corps nus, entrelacés
Nous avons créés en nous un foyer
Une demeure inconditionnelle
Toujours prête à accueillir
Notre amour secret aux tôt réveils
Arômes de café noir, sirop des dieux
Amour incarné au petit déjeuner.

Jamais ne n’aurai espéré
Rencontrer un autre ange, venu d’ailleurs
Diable, vêtu d’un costume bleu marine
Doux rêveur, amant à la main lourde
Nous sommes tous deux, Sisyphe
Chaque jour notre pierre,
Chaque minute notre montagne
Encore, une fois, toujours.

Si demain, le destin t’arrachait d’entre mes mains
Je ne me briserai pas, non.
Le temps des brisures est résolu.
Mais un trou noir remplacerait mon coeur,
Aspirant petit à petit les flocons avoisinants
Jusqu’au jour où je te rejoindrai,
Quelque part dans l’Univers.

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