Eden's profile

My strangest light catches in the eyes of brave acolytes who come to lie, softly shining as newly minted coins. With a rough caress of recklessness; in temperate disguise of tenderness, love always tries touch me where it can. This light is a branded tribal mark on me, for only those who are made for me can see our destined intersections from their towers. My kindred come to cook and talk for hours. We sip each other slow, resining the arching bows of celestial cellos only we can hear. One fr...

When I saw your eyes so suddenly changed, I remembered how, that very morning, I'd stood and gazed at the limp leaves in our driveway, drowning, drifting, piling up to choke the throat of the grid – you know, the one at the mouth of that oil slicked gutter, as they do at the end of a serious rain. I watched, entranced, their clamoring together, as if by intention, in some arrythmic spinning and splintering silence, and I knew it was this day; that it was time to leave again. They are all so d...