Tinsel

Among my dark tresses
Magic is sprouting
So many threads of silver tinsel
Adorning my head like glittering filaments 
Filling my hair with starlight

-gws

Unfolding

I used to try to force my day to unfold according to my will.
Now, I try to allow the will of the day to unfold me.

-gws

Scars

You gave me scars deep below my skin
So I keyed this poem into your car
A parting gift 
A reminder of the damage you've caused
Easier to repair than what you did to me

-gws

Bedtime Stories

Tranquil stories
Woven into a tapestry
Of sweet dreams and 
Hopeful musings

-gws

Persephone

Queen of the Underworld
Goddess of Spring
Wife to the Infernal King

Some call you victim
Bride without choice
Pomegranate seeds silenced your voice

But what a gift 
The shadow and light
To be a queen of both dawn and midnight

By fate or by choice
You touch life and death
The cycle of life held in your breast

The symbol of rebirth
And compassionate ends
The Dread Queen with a soul garden to tend

A heart of creation
And eyes filled with fury
I honor your power in all of its glory

-gws

Ghost Story

The first time I saw a ghost
I was looking in a mirror
I didn't recognize
The eyes starting back at me

-gws

Chiaroscuro

I have befriended darkness
I have plunged my fingers into the deep blackness
Smelled its rich sent
Felt its chill
I have stared into its oblivion
Wondering what is on the other side
And I've felt it watching me back
Equally curious
It whispers of base things
Lust
Craving
Need
Reckless abandon
Danger 
Ecstasy
Seduction
Indulgence
Pleasure 
Pain
I have felt it caress my skin
Shadow spooning the light
Defining my edges
I am incomplete without it
Its contrast necessary
Reminding that there is no light
Without darkness to define it

-gws

Bridges

Some bridges are better off burning
Leaving the past buried beneath ash and embers
Smoke drifting away from the devastation
Like fading memories

-gws

Your Move

I see you watching
The sway of my hips
The set of my lips
The unapologetic way I take up space
You're wondering about me
Imagining my mysteries
Gauging if you are worthy
To kneel in worship before
My dark goddess displayed
Exhalant in my glory
I will take no audience
With ordinary souls
They do not ignite curiosity in me
I like those who recognize
Their audacity in approaching me
Because my eyes show
I give no fucks
I do not play
If I let you in
Doesn't mean you get to stay
I have danced with devils
And cast them all out
Barely a glance spared them
I see you watching me
What's your move

-gws

How to Woo a Poet

Crave deep and honest conversation
Sit with her
Like a blind man tracing her face
Run your curiosities
With careful deliberateness 
Across her mind
And allow her to do the same
Lean into the exchange
And let the world fall away
Spend the night in philosophical repose
So you may greet the dawn 
With your souls on fire
Make evenings like this a ritual
This will light a fire in her blood
This is how to woo a poet

-gws