24-27/30, poems

catching up on poems.

home to e— 24/30

going off prompt to share queen aya’s first love poem of her second affair with e—

in the end
coming home was easier than departing
that was how i knew

she was hearth
i was unable to explain
or step away

i found the little bird
puffed out black chest
you have never seen such plumage
and fragility

i was holding her cupped in my palms
and then she had me
in careful talons
a million meters up
breathless, knowing only her name

she is a stranger still
made of years i have no reference for
in her eyes
in her hands
the exquisite now is enough

aya’s return 25/30

going off prompt to share e—‘s first love poem from her second affair with queen aya

the queen has returned to me
more accurately
none of her reasoning could keep her from me
none of her strategy

when i was delirious
she could be trusted with my blather
when i was coherent
she blushed at my sharp desire

people say she is a sort of goddess
but she is softer than that
no lightning, no arrows
she is more solid than that
she has the constant presence of a planet, or star
orbital, molten, bright

my armor piled in the corner
my footsteps brilliant with dust down her hall
i made it through her organized doubt
her thighs are open beneath the sheet

the vermillion moon sees 26/30

prompt: write a persona poem (a poem in the voice of someone else – mythical, historical, fictional, inanimate)

i know water and salt

wherever they move together
i come pulling

i tug obsidian round
and turn her away
our dance is forever

i am the first moon of blood

their taste was familiar to me
the first two barely spoke
for weeks they lay on the surface
a new home, but they only explored each other
conversations with closed mouths

in the silence of miracles
the other who came through them
belongs here
belongs to me

i lay her to sleep, rock her
bring her up to the surface just before dawn
so first light won’t startle her

i make her dream her hands are made
of shadows and sequin
the whole system whispers it
‘she is obsidian’s child’

the humans don’t know
obsidian heard them coming
and became a home for their love

i watched her choose her textures
adjust her orbit to match their rhythms
become irresistible

she fell in love with them
so alive
in the heavy quiet of space

the humans don’t know
their first child is not only of women
but half planet
veins full of stardust

aya and e— lay down and talk 27/30

write a hay(na)ku, a variation on a haiku. write a single three line stanza, or string them together.

a single piece of papyrus, passed back and forth in a planetary collective meeting between the reunited queens.

lover
the child
is she well?
beloved
she’s impossible
and so joyful

heart
tell me
do you remember?
slowly
tender moments
return to me

witchcraft
your touch
has not changed
perhaps
my heart
can not change

baya
her skin
is growing dark
daughter
our alien
she is home

lover
can we
twin the miracle
beloved
hold me
i have millions

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