Ryan Oelke

thousands of small fires eagerly crawl the plains of my soul, boredom and desolator slither between them, as they await and tempt Love's thrashing winds to unite their purifying candor into this final act of God, while I hold this trident patiently at my throat and...

Too fearless to walk toward you too in love to turn away... these two keep shedding my skin, one pushes, the other pulls.... whether I let the infinitely accommodating sky breathe me in without remainder or I bury my face in the nape of Autumn's neck, becoming her...

I traded places with Love today, I am becoming its playground, that immovable space where it dreams awake all of our tender desire... As I breathe objects melt away without commemoration, inspiration and respiration find themselves in my mirrored heart, and Love moves...

Mira, but just one of your names... I felt you inside of me before I could utter a word... our orbits collided, those surfaces melted we for so long polished, daydreaming of that night. It was only by the mercy of the vast, dark sky that I was consumed in your light,...

The lake always returns to stillness, only to invite and bat an eyelash at the wind, to come and stir its waters to bring forth the ripples and waves. Some nights the wind dances across the lake like a whisper on the back of her ear, begging to come closer, other...

I thought I felt the sun today... perhaps my heart is overgrown because the wind swept my petals away, and left a somber song flowing through these veins.