#prose excerpt

[wordsfillingupmyheart]

If beasts actually get the beauties like in the stories, why haven’t you chosen me yet?

@celtic-poetry

[reprisearchive]

Dylan Thomas

[daggerpinknife]

Her eyes, like flame, flickered as She grinned wider.

“we will meet again. you’ll see.”

[misscastalian]

Clarity Malchanics

Today, I finally understood. I opened myself, I stood there, he held me, and for a moment we were one creature. We were just one. I cried then, not because I was sad, or because I knew I would soon be leaving him, but because I knew that this, this, was what I had been searching for. How many tears had been shed, how many smiles interrupted, assassinated in the moment of their conception, mouths still hanging stupidly, how many iron grips on the rails, on his arms, on his back, just in search of this one moment, when we stood and there was no fear, there was only love, not even the dynamism of desire, but the stillness of a field after everything has been not merged but accounted for, each creature equally at home in its place, the home at home in itself. 

[bgpetit]

"There are times when I doubt tears as they run down my cheek, no matter how warm and real they are. There are times when my laughter seems false; sometimes even imitating the laughter of a friend, like some form of involuntary satire subconsciously trained to trigger on cue." © 2012 Brandon Gene Petit - Taken from A Dance of Mirrors, Dreams in the Womb, Sept. 2012 http://www.bgpetit.wordpress.com

[bgpetit]

"She disappears back into the crowd, her long, black, Rapunzel hair luring my line of sight down to her hips writhing in that slender dress… like a python’s girth dancing rhythmically in a taut cloth bag… until the human gates formed from drinking, bantering fools close around her parting grace. She was a cruise ship rendezvous, a nightclub Cleopatra… but little did I know she carried more sad farewells than an airport romance." © 2012 Brandon Gene Petit - Taken from She Rules the Room, Dreams in the Womb, Sept. 2012 http://www.bgpetit.wordpress.com

[bgpetit]

"It is her soul, mind you, that is so inclined to devilry; I wish not to betray the benevolence of her solid form. In life she would harm no living creature, but her sidereal body eludes her moral confines once it is summoned by my juvenile yearning." © 2014 Brandon Gene Petit - Taken from The Insomniac in Love, Ab Antiquo, Ab Aeterno, Nov. 2010

[lovelornstar]

"How quickly the new bud reaches its peak of beauty, lush and verdant. Its bright youth maturing into gilded coppers with the breath of time. A short but beautiful life. Fallen at the height of its majesty. Brief but brilliant. Drops of gold in a world of grey."

L.Keenan, Evanescent, from "Lux et Umbra".