Poems from Arakei
“I think to call it love would be too much.
It’s all a passing phase,” I shrug and say.
But still I smolder at the slightest touch.
I only...
The golden light cascading through her window
makes a home inside her chestnut-colored hair.
If only I could sit there by her side,
and...
I am a wandering rock.
Born from a world of fire,
graced by beams of bright light,
warmed in costal sands,
discarded by a mountain,
one...
Writhing snake flames
whip themselves into and out of existence
Last year’s closet doors are burning
Smoky, with the sickening scent of...