Poem #1

In the cool abstract fog off the sea coast

Where the light touches the water

And prisms form in sacred geometry

The ether of our souls trapped happily

Is  where we spend eternity

Eden, Nirvana, the land of milk and honey

Is where we shoot the breeze

we sit on mahogany tree


Saturated in brocade & rose gold leaf

The sky is always peach and pink

With streaks of florescent teal

We’re always just right there

Me and you

we no longer care

About anybody

or anything



Or place

Because it’s just us too

And the fog between our lips

We try to pursue

We try to push through

Heaven on earth

Our celestial bodies

Intertwined like the entanglement in *each other’s* existence





In love

in freedom

in masochistic lunacy

In cherubic prophesy

In celebacy

in sanity

In each other’s arms

In kama sutra

in holy ecstacy

Exhaulted ones of another dimension

We see ourselves in each other

We breathe each other in

Like we are each others  only sin

No anticipation of what lies ahead

Or regrets we cannot change

Forever trapped in perfection

No more need for words

I look to you as you look at me

desperately we try to reprieve

a broken dream

Fades to black

Is he even coming back

Static cling chaos

in  blizzard like conditions

“chschschshchshchshchsh” “chschschshchshchshchsh”


Rat tat tatting


Satanic panic


Mocking me

Dead air

Seance time again

Using a spirit board to try to reach you

Grim reaper communication breakdown

Or is it in my head

waiting for the screen to talk back

seen only in disbelief by carrosol beams

Collapse a thousand pieces glass

shattered in the sand like my wish fulfillment fantasy

Box full of valentine’s

I wear my heart on my sleeve

In my heart shaped box

Red construction paper doilies a silver heart and a gag

I’m such a good  girl

But it’s more fun than crying

Now we dream in black and white

no home in each other

We flip mercury dimes

and dig wishing wells

As we fantasize about the sunrise

And meeting at the crossroads

We smooth away the pain with priorities

As our waking lives become lackluster

Published by Brigitte af Transmorvica

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