of love and war

House of Heart

To survive  I follow our

paths from the past  that

summon without consent.

There lies your winter coat

where we once lay,

buried below  decaying needles

of a forest floor that smells of pine.

The silence is as hard as pounding hooves

or soft as the moon rising above your

kingdom of stars.

Gurkski’s  ” Il me faut t’abandonne”

“Come dusk is when my mind walks out

from where I fence myself in,

my dark room of nightly delights where

I encounter her,  my queen of all things blue

and we fight right from the start

To  make me love her even more.

I place the hands of my heart to gather

my hunting spirit, follow her footprints

into our forests of  love and war.”

( excerpt)

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