Poems by hiraeth

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  • You smell of poetry again.
    The world has grinded to...

  • i am, but soft in your hands,
    and your hands only...

  • you’ve missed the tender years –
    i needed you most then. i daydream all the...

  • tempest (1) 5

    you swallow your breath as
    thunder bleeds onto the...

  • you are laden with light –
    lambent like morning skies...

  • salt 3

    thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
    break the resin i casted your elegy in...

  • eyes that only dream of you,
    bore holes in others searching...

  • an unsolved puzzle –
    the words escape me...

  • naked (2) 3

    my throat pulsates while you nock
    your words on your tongue...

  • the hands quiver when it comes to
    penning you a garland of poems...

  • i know nothing of home –
    it’s true, i wrongly thought of your clavicles...

  • i ask too much of you –
    the body, and the ego are both wounded...