It’s the fantasy
something out of summer, as you’d dream it
bare legs tucked beneath white cotton and trimmed thick lace
laughing clavicle, slipping straps
the long necked wonder of descending evening
that sting on skin from days in sun
I’ve been here before
the last time, I lay beneath a boy with cut glass eyes
who bought me flowers from the night market
before they bombed Bali and innocence was our town
wearing a sarong of blood red and mustard, half grown
walking beaches at night fall, crabs coming up through sand
scuttling into still water, the recede and ebb of thought
knowing he wasn’t the one, still desiring the idea
of love and its myriad faces, the strange places we
take ourselves to feel alive, writhing beneath
his pinion and faith, you’ll stay with me, I’ll
make you like my kind, turn your eyes away
from the obsidian girls who set out sacrifices for Gods
orange petals, I am thinking of her beneath clothes
watching from hibiscus waves, will she learn to
secret away her longing in the deep pockets of
a sarong too wide for any more tucking?
what do we know? We’re just kids building sand castles
on empty beaches and he takes my hand and asks;
let’s keep going until we fall off the world
Please, let yourself, just pretend …
the wild of saying, yes I’ll follow you
travel the globe, searching stones for blood
finding in things that feel wrong, another direction.
Now I have come full circle
we’re not old, but we’re not angular children
thin boned and boundless on their bikes
dream life filling xylophone chests
her eyes are hurt by his stories, I can tell
even as I am the fantasy and the observer
thrown off scent by, my painted toe nails and sunlit hair
the slope of day closing like a picture album
grass like cat fur beneath naked toes
bent wrists spent of expression, limply wait
for electric cumulus as thirst penitent may
befriend dry river bed
I want to say to her; Don’t be trapped any longer
pick up and run away, half flung around the globe
leave the mounting regrets at your door, with the disappointed
find your self again, diving into the gleaming future
sleek as a wet dog will shine beneath and shake off
water weight when back on land
because you can, you know
it’s not written until you write it.
Here … take my hand, I’ll help you
and we jump, weightless
her short nails digging into the soft of my palm
read my future, she whispers into my neck
her breath is cherry, her eyes smudged black
I see the ransack
all the reasons she snarled and bit
for she made it this far, don’t push her
let her furnish in her own time, a place of grace
where light pours pure and undiluted
onto her heavy shoulders, hunched with rage
let it go
you don’t have to be here anymore
we catch the tail wind and it is warm
she murmurs, her eyes wide and seeking
the whole world awaits
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TheFeatheredSleep – “eyes wide and seeking”
Can love let us shed history of pain, of sorrow, and gleam bright as a new-skinned snake just leaving old skin behind scraped of on some jagged rock?
Your trademark marvellous imagery
Absolutely stunning work, as per your usual. Again, I am swept up and away in your words. They are precious and lovely to behold….. just like you, actually.
I adore you – I hope you know that every day. Sorry for not being on IG or WP much I’ve been really sick again but am thinking of you beauty x
Oh! I’m so sorry to hear that. Much love and hugs to you. If there’s anything, anything at all I can do for you, please let me know, okay?
Sending you much love !
OMG so you just announce casually that you have published your first book! You did it all by yourself? I didn’t even know! I would love to review it. I review a lot of books and I do less now because I was getting burned out by requests and didn’t have the time but I would LOVE to review yours! How can I buy it? I’m so proud of you Tara.
Thank you so much Candice. I would love for you to read it. I haven’t released it to the public yet. Hopefully next week. I haven’t decided. But I’ll announce it on IG and here when I do. xoxox
Pls do and LMK how I can purchase a copy so I can review it for you and do anything I can to help and support you.
I sure will my beautiful friend.
i’m so proud of you Tara
Beautiful, lyrical, transient – what else can I say?
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