#moonchildwritessometimes

[perchanceapoet]

The world takes off its gloves

Stares at me with teeth of ivory

Of gold, of steel, of blood, of night.

Steers me, roadheavy and wavering,

Towards panic and uncertainty.

My travelworn feet have forgotten

What home sounds like 

Then, as our tectonic plates colide,

The world hums Mozart

And forecasts happiness.

[pasiphile]

moonchildwritessometimes replied to your photo:alley a couple of streets away from my place i...

The street senses the (future) presence of Charlie. Or no, has Lientje visited your place? Otherwise it’s definitely her.

Def koni, that one, Lien hasn’t visited yet. Does that mean that once she has, the entire neighbourhood is going to change into things like “Hell’s Lane” and “Lucifer Street”?

[pasiphile]

moonchildwritessometimes replied to your post:Btw I still owe thank yous to prinzdersterne,...

I referenced you in relation to @degenezijde. I guess that doesn’t really count, though?

Bollocks, did I miss one? *goes to check* ... I totally missed that. And now I'm blushing. Anyway, thanks you lots! (I'd offer hugs if you're into that sort of things and if not platonic grateful handshakes)

(also anyone who's that praising about my gf deserves love)